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    STYLES P

    Super Gangster (Extraordinary Gentleman) 2007 ©

    Shoot Niggas

    Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
    Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
    I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
    You don't like me SET IT!


    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!


    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


    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




    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




    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!

    2007 ©




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