Styles P - Open Up lyrics

Open up up and take the block over Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters 38 special, don't let them bullets catch you But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer Came through with n***as cuz most of em 85'ers Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father Proud of couple rappers, they probably yo favorite artists f** is all these charts? A lot of these n***as garbage From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target? I move anything and everything's on the marble Layin n***as down, roll em up in the coffin I'm drawin from the waistline, I'm drawin from the arm pit This is that front page, continue to page 4 Every time the D's come and kick in the same door Alive n***as' time, cut short when they change loads Some n***as came up, some of em still lost Floss all n***as, that's whatever the bill brought Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss Can't smell the sour or the kush cuz it's sealed off I'm lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off 2 guns up, yea n***a that's 8 scratch All pan like canned up, it ain't wax [Chorus: x2] We open up up the shop, drop down Open up, we got the block locked down Real n***as is reppin the streets first G's coming here first, remember to squeeze first Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuce Lightin' the blue dream, it's blue like blue screws Rap of the street, yea I'm in the who's who's who I don't floss, I sit on money like the j**s do Robbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and the trap of the pits I don't pump, I just come through the spot shed Visions of the M8 wagon with the ostrich Seats and the steering wheel You a liar lil n***a, you just appearin' real n***as know to fear the real There never was a n***a like I The town that hold me down like I'm big in Bedstock Pull it out, co*k back, n***a let it fly Then a n***a gone and a riga red eye My movement is laudable, my hand in Any type of handgun seems so compatible Rappin emphatical, dogs so radical Pull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter you n***a you should leave it at that I'm a cool fly n***a that get weed in stacks Driving in a hardtop drop Couple homies got k**ed, couple homies got popped Dumping seven grams cuz the plan don't stop Like when it's hot in the projects the fans don't stop I'm in the lex land with my hand on the gwap Off the end of island, camp 10 on the block Told you bout the fam, just imagine when the sh** hit it n***as got a pound then you know we getting lit with it You getting money then stick with it Pa** me the mic, I'm sick with it Something like Cyrus the Virus Came from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas [Chorus: x2]