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Styles P
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Shoot Niggas
Styles P Feat. Raw Buck
Yeah, Fuck niggas
Grease, what up? [Incomprehensible]
I'm a expose these bitches
You don't like me, say it
This ain't for the radio nor for the video
This is for the nigga with his banga by his shitter hole
Coming out the box, crazy beard, plus his shit is swole
Ready to roll, no hoes guard gettin' amped up
Just lookin at his old scars
Yeah, you know it's on, when a real nigga hatin' you
No sleep, thinkin' bout the steal penetrating you
He the type to break the blade on a finger
Fuck a cage when you know there's a cage up in you, what?
Kinda hard to not go on a murder spree
Paint niggas burgundy, put 'em in surgery
Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency
SP is back, call a state of emergency
Nigga, get the NGO's, shoot ya Ben and your rose
Your men and your hoes, all of my foes
All you smell is gun powder then a scent of a rose, what?
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas?
But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas
Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga
Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Fuck all these niggas, let 'em die slow
Pistol whip somethin', till you make there eye snow
Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk 'em in his eyeball
Let that nigga burn, for tryin' to run thru this firewall
New World Order, Raw Buck, SP
Twin tech ninas leave ya wetter than a jet ski
I'm the rawest rookie, find me where the vets be
I gotta awkward offense but I got the best D
Greatest man alive, no I'm not EST
Hoppin' out that nestle crunch, call me SE
Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the phantom
Whether we in a fuckin' hoop ride or a venom
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Real niggas to feel it, fake niggas to fear it
I'll be with the real and I break fake niggas spirits
All bow witness the truth, nigga, I got no remorse
And I never been hesitant to shoot, nigga
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas?
But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas
Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga
Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin' with,
The gun is called dick, why don't ya go ahead and suck it, bitch?
Everybody fly, actin' like a fuckin' bitch
If you ask me then everybody a fuckin' trick
Let me ease up, these niggas ain't G'd up
They more like E'd up, what should I read up?
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin' his weed up
You rap with security, you pussy
If you sell crack without authority, you pussy
Nigga can't run a block 'cause them niggas will run over you
Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you
You ain't built for what you talking about
You unworthy, ought to get hawked in the mouth
I got a white boyfriend that would of called you a poser
Got a nigga in jail that would of made you his doja
You a wack ass rapper, nigga, fuck it, it's over
Shoot niggas, cut niggas, fuck niggas, what niggas?
But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas
Firearm touch, niggas, light 'em like a dutch, nigga
Stop look at ya watch, know that times up, nigga
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
I got a story to tell.
If you don't know it, find out about it, bitch
Nobody, eats no more
Hardest out, point blank period
You don't believe me, send all them motherfuckas at once
Yeah, wolf
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