Shoot Niggas

[Intro: Styles P]

Yeah! FUCK niggaz!

Grease whattup? Vacant Lot

I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!

You don't like me SET IT!

[Styles P:]

This ain't for the radio, nor for the video

This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole

Comin out the box crazy bear cause his shit 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 nigga hatin you

No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you

He the type to break the blade off in you

Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you

What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree

Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery

Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency

S.P. is back, call the state of emergency

Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit 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 niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz

Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz

Firearm touch niggaz, light him like a dutch nigga

Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up nigga

[Raw Buck:]

Fuck all these niggaz, let 'em die slow

Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow

Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball

Let that nigga 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 fuckin Who-Ride or a Phantom

Real niggaz to feel it, fake niggaz'll fear it

I been with the real and I break fake niggaz spirits

All bear witness the truth nigga

I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga

[Chorus]

[Styles P:]

Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with

The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it bitch

E'rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch

If you ask me then e'rybody's a fuckin trick

Let me ease up, these niggaz 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 pussy

If you sell crack with authority you pussy

Nigga can't run a block cause them niggaz'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 nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier

You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it's over

[Chorus]

[Outro: Styles P]

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 the motherfuckers at once

YEAH! WOOF!