Styles P - Shoot n***as lyrics

(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!