Styles P - Araab Styles lyrics

[Intro] Yea Poovs Tunnel vision on these n***as Araab, this sh** is crack, Duke salute My eyes on the prize [Verse 1] Phantom but not at the opera (Phantom!) d**h of the doctor Shotty and chopper, he ain't gunning the whole Give dineros proper (I'm proper!), certified Hop up in the whip, you willin' to take the murder ride Rolling with that Ecuadorians, Cubans, coke emporium (hahaha) Came up, doing G sh** real gangsta historian (I'm a gangsta) On the real my n***a I never squeal and I never do no s**er sh** Go out on my shell (I go out) Yea, shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out Catch me at the juice bar, pourin a little bark out Catch me on the mic, just give it a little spark out (put out!) I'm electrified, and you petrified You n***as buggin me, spray a little pesticide I take face shots, you could put the vest aside(put it away!) No need for em bloody, you gon bleed for em (you gon bleed for em!) You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him (yeup) Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size (look at it!) And I ain't buyin that gangsta sh** you advertise (I ain't buyin it) You a fixable problem k** him in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem (Oohh) I'm despicable, with a hawk and revolver Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost, is the hardest (Ghost!) The answer's always yes (always) So you could f** around, cause it's always d**h, waddup? Yea, should be a hook lemme just pop a little sh** right here though You n***as is nowhere near ready I can't even figure me out [Verse 2] Every rapper reppin' the set, I know they p**y though Take my knife, stick it up in 'em, like they a p**y hole (hahaha) Yea I been a boss, but then my cars all verbal And a hoopty playin' verbal intercourse (Figure it out) It's foul thoughts when I'm reeing up Cause I don't mean the ball court, when I say they D-in up (they D-in up) I break the laws, f** the court of law Penny never seen, with a dime or a quarter so (never seen) And I'd rather die before a dime or a quarter y'all But you could get k**ed for your motherf**in Audemar (get k**ed n***a) (get k**ed n***a) But I ain't got time for time (nah uh) Dancing in the shadows of the shadows, no time to shine (you do that) I take the digits though, you don't get the picture n***a I'm Samsung, lil' n***a you Vizio I'm a better show, and a better sound You don't get the picture for the paper, spread the lead around (patna!) [Outro] f** everything Poovs I ain't even wanna sign off, I'm just rappin'