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Styles P » Shoot Niggas
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	(Eerie music starts) (Styles, talks:) "Yeah, Fuck niggas!(Dame)Grease, what up? I'm a expose these bitches. You don't like me, say it! (Verse 1: Styles P) This ain't for the radio, nor for the video This, is for the nigga, with his banga, by his shitter hole Coming out the box, crazy beard, plus his, shit is swole Ready to roll, no hoes guard, gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars, Yeah, you know it's on, when a real nigga hatin you, No sleep, thinkin bout the steal penetrating you, He the type, to break the blade on a finger, Fuck a cage, when you know there's a cage, up in you, What? Kinda hard to not go on a murder spree, Paint niggas burgundy, Put em in surgery, go kill they family, like the shit was a urgency, SP is back, call a state of emergency, nigga get the ngo's Shoot ya ben and your rose, your men and your hoes, all of my foes, All you smell is gun powder, then a scent of a rose, wha? (Chorus: Styles P) Shoot niggas, Cut niggas, Fuck niggas, What niggas? But niggas, really shouldn't bop, you should strut niggas, Firearm touch niggas, light em like a dutch niggas, Stop look at ya watch,know that times up niggas (Verse 2: Raw Buck/Bucky) Fuck all these niggas, let em die slow, Pistol whip somethin, till you make there eye snow, Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk em in his eyeball, Let that nigga burn, for tryin to run thru this firewall, New World Order, Raw Buck, SP, twin tech ninas Leave ya wetter than a jet ski, I'm the rawest rookie, Find me where the vets be, I gotta awkward offense, but I got the best D Greatest man alive, no I'm not est, hoppin out that nestle crunch, call me SE, Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the phantom, weather we in a Fuckin hoop ride or a venom, Real niggas to feel it, fake niggas to fear it, I be with the real, and I break Fake niggas spirits, All bow, witness the truth nigga, I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga! (chorus) (Verse 3: Styles P) Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with, The gun is called dick, why don't ya go ahead and suck it, bitch, Everybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch, if you ask me then everybody a fuckin trick, Let me ease up, these niggas ain't G'd up, They more like E'd up, What should I read up? shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up, You rap with security, you pussy, if you sell crack without authority, you pussy, Nigga, can't run a block, cause them niggas, will run over you, Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you, You ain't built for what you talking about, you unworthy, Ought to get hawked in the mouth, I got a white boy friend, That would of called you a poser, got a nigga in jail that would of made you his doja, You a wack ass rapper, nigga, fuck it it's over! (chorus) (Styles talks till fade:) "Yeah, you know who the fuck it is. I got a story to tell. If you don't know it, find out about it, bitch. Nobody, eats no more. Hardest out, point blank period! You don't believe me, send all them motherfuckas at once. YEAH! WOLF!
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