(Styles P)
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Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who
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I'll answer back anybody you can think of
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I'm S.P. bitch, I'm the boss of boss
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I talk arrogant and me and guys link up
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And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you
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Then it probably is, If I can't getta long witcha
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Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, All in ya face and ya body kid
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H-O-L-I-D-A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial
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I'm the nigga to hate, and when it's time to merk something bitch
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WHAT! I'm on time in my job and I ain't never been late
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If there's beef in the hood
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A nigga like P can't sleep 'til I'm good
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'Cause somebody dead
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This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head
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I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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Shoot 'em in the head
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Shoot 'em in the face or the chest
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Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck
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Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth
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Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out
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(Styles P)
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Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks
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And come through and let this tre pound pop
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You all grown now
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And I don't care if you from home town
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I'll put a slug in the dome clown
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'Cause most of these rappers is talk
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I'm the nigga in the back of the court
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Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart
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By 7 o' clock I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump
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Boulgin' out my pant leg
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I'll put it out and make ya man beg
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And shoot 'em anyway
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Y'all niggaz penny weight
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Niggaz like me just do what the semi say
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Any way we can do it any where any day
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I'm Paniero bitch, I ain't the nigga you play hero wit
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End up dead, Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red
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And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed BITCH!
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[Chorus]
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I'm hope you lookin' forward to die
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Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye
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Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head
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Or this sword in ya eye
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You the shit I'm the +Lord of the Flies+
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If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz
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So I can load up and come toward you wit nines
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I spray you and ya man
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The coup and the van
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The office and the studio where ever you stand
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I don't wanna be the king of the coast
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Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope
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Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast
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If you say the guy name, I'll be ringin ya throat
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I don't rap about niggaz
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But I do like to cock back hit'em the chest
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And blow the back up outta niggas
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Ya man is pussy? I'mma play wit 'em
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Look at ya nigga POP! POP! POP! now lay wit 'em
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[Chorus]
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Shoot 'Em In Tha Head
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| Ruff Ryders |
