(feat. Raw Buck)
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[Intro: Styles P]
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Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
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Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
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I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
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You don't like me SET IT!
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[Styles P:]
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This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
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This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole
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Comin out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole
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Ready to roll, no holds barred
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Gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars
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Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you
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No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
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He the type to break the blade off in you
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Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you
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What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
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Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery
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Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency
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S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
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Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls
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The men in your holes, all of my foes
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All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose, what!
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[Chorus: Styles P]
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Shoot niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz
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Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz
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Firearm touch niggaz, light him like a dutch nigga
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Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up nigga
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[Raw Buck:]
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Fuck all these niggaz, let 'em die slow
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Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow
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Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball
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Let that nigga burn for tryin to run through this firewall
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New world order, Raw Buck, S.P.
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Twin tec ninas leave him wetter than a jet ski
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I'm the rawest rookie, fire me where the vest be
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I got a awkward offense, but I got the best D
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Greatest man alive, no I'm not E.S.T.
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Hoppin out the Nestle Crunch, color S.E.
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Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the Phantom
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Whether we in the fuckin Who-Ride or a Phantom
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Real niggaz to feel it, fake niggaz'll fear it
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I been with the real and I break fake niggaz spirits
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All bear witness the truth nigga
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I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P:]
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Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with
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The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it bitch
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E'rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch
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If you ask me then e'rybody's a fuckin trick
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Let me ease up, these niggaz ain't G'd up
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They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up
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Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up
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You rap with security, you pussy
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If you sell crack with authority you pussy
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Nigga can't run a block cause them niggaz'll run over you
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Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you
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You ain't built for what you talkin about
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You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth
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I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser
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Got a nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier
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You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it's over
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Styles P]
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Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
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I got a story to tell
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If you don't know it find out about it, bitch!
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Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
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You don't believe me send all the motherfuckers at once
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YEAH! WOOF!
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Shoot Niggas
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| Styles P |
