Shoot n*ggas lyrics

by

Beanie Sigel


[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! f*ck n*ggas!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'mma EXPOSE these b*tches!
You don't like me SET IT!!

[Verse 1: Styles P]
This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the n*gga with his banger by his sh*tter hole
Comin out the box crazy bear cause his sh*t 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 n*gga hatin you
No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
He the type to break the blade off in you
f*ck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you
What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
Paintin n*ggas burgundy, put 'em to surgery
Go kill they family like the sh*t was a urgency
S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
n*gga get the N-G-O's, sh*t 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 n*ggas, cut n*ggas, f*ck n*ggas, what n*ggas
Butt n*ggas really shouldn't bop, you strut n*ggas
Firearm touch n*ggas, light him like a dutch n*gga
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up n*gga
[Verse 2: Raw Buck]
f*ck all these n*ggas, let 'em die slow
Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{?} snow
Shoot a n*gga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball
Let that n*gga 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'mma ride with the Phantom
Whether we in the f*ckin Who-Ride or a Phantom
Real n*ggas to feel it, fake n*ggas'll fear it
I been with the real and I break fake n*ggas spirits
All bear witness the truth n*gga
I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot n*gga

[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot n*ggas, cut n*ggas, f*ck n*ggas, what n*ggas
Butt n*ggas really shouldn't bop, you strut n*ggas
Firearm touch n*ggas, light him like a dutch n*gga
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up n*gga

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Trust me, you don't really know who you f*ckin with
The gun is called di*k, won't you go ahead and suck it b*tch
E'rybody fly, actin like a f*ckin b*tch
If you ask me then e'rybody's a f*ckin trick
Let me ease up, these n*ggas 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 pus*y
If you sell crack with authority you pus*y
n*gga can't run a block cause them n*ggas'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 n*gga in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-ass rapper n*gga, f*ck it it's over
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot n*ggas, cut n*ggas, f*ck n*ggas, what n*ggas
Butt n*ggas really shouldn't bop, you strut n*ggas
Firearm touch n*ggas, light him like a dutch n*gga
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up n*gga

[Outro: Styles P]
Yeah, you know who the f*ck it is
I got a story to tell
If you don't know it find out about it, b*tch!
Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
You don't believe me send all the motherf*ckers at once
YEAH!! WOOF!
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