(feat. Raw Buck)
[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! fu*k n***az!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these b**hes!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the n***a with his banger by his sh**ter hole
Comin out the box crazy bear cause his sh** is swole
Ready to roll, no holds barred
Gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars
Yeah, you know it's on when the real n***a hatin you
No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
He the type to break the blade off in you
f** a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you
What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
Paintin n***az burgundy, put 'em to surgery
Go k** they family like the sh** was a urgency
S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
n***a get the N-G-O's, sh** you bend in your rolls
The men in your holes, all of my foes
All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose, what!
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot n***az, cut n***az, f** n***az, what n***az
bu*t n***az really shouldn't bop, you strut n***az
Firearm touch n***az, light him like a dutch n***a
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up n***a
[Raw Buck:]
f** all these n***az, let 'em die slow
Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow
Shoot a n***a throat out, hawk him in his eyeball
Let that n***a burn for tryin to run through this firewall
New world order, Raw Buck, S.P.
Twin tec ninas leave him wetter than a jet ski
I'm the rawest rookie, fire me where the vest be
I got a awkward offense, but I got the best D
Greatest man alive, no I'm not E.S.T.
Hoppin out the Nestle Crunch, color S.E.
Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the Phantom
Whether we in the f**in Who-Ride or a Phantom
Real n***az to feel it, fake n***az'll fear it
I been with the real and I break fake n***az spirits
All bear witness the truth n***a
I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot n***a
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Trust me, you don't really know who you f**in with
The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and s** it b**h
E'rybody fly, actin like a f**in b**h
If you ask me then e'rybody's a f**in trick
Let me ease up, these n***az ain't G'd up
They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up
You rap with security, you p**y
If you sell crack with authority you p**y
n***a can't run a block cause them n***az'll run over you
Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you
You ain't built for what you talkin about
You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth
I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser
Got a n***a in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-a** rapper n***a, f** it it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro: Styles P]
Yeah, you know who the f** it is
I got a story to tell
If you don't know it find out about it, b**h!
Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
You don't believe me send all the motherf**ers at once
YEAH! WOOF!