Styles P - Show N Off Freestyle lyrics

f** all these n***as, they could eat a dick, bar none And I'm on the bar, so I'm telling these n***as on bar one Double X L flow, n***a I'm a one X Flow first, guns next -- all these n***as is dumb s** Shoot em in the face, then the chest, then the lungs next One shot, one dead; n***a, I'm a blunt-head gun-head Bloodied up high -- that's dumb red Stupid with the gun, getting money -- that's dumb bread f** whoever's nice, f** whoever's not nice f** about your whip, I pop you up at the stoplight You saying what you like, I could tell you what you not like You not nice, you not real Yeah, I'm in the Ritz but I be on the block, still Holding on the Glock, still You don't want static You might want to beep a n***a, you don't want Static I pull out the automatic Shelter terminology Peep the terminology Twitter's the only time you better motherf**ing follow me Unless you giving money out, something like the lottery Plant you like some weed, or some motherf**ing pottery Whoever said they was hard, n***a, you owe a f**ing apology Old head, young head Yeah, it's blue steel, but I could make the gun red Stick it in your guts the second after I pump lead co*ks**er, disgusted with it Holler back, n***a, if you was f**ing with it Yeah, you got a gun, but you p**y and you ain't bucking with it Motherf**er