(feat. Raw Buck)

[Intro: Styles P]

Yeah! !#@* ^!$$%z!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these (*##$es!

You don't like me SET IT!

[Styles P:]

This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the ^!$$% with his banger by his %#@!ter hole
Comin out the box crazy bear cause his %#@! 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 ^!$$% hatin you

No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
He the type to break the blade off in you
$#&@ a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you

What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
Paintin ^!$$%z burgundy, put 'em to surgery
Go kill they family like the %#@! was a urgency

S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
^!$$% get the N-G-O's, %#@! 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 ^!$$%z, cut ^!$$%z, $#&@ ^!$$%z, what ^!$$%z
Butt ^!$$%z really shouldn't bop, you strut ^!$$%z
Firearm touch ^!$$%z, light him like a dutch ^!$$%

Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up ^!$$%

[Raw Buck:]

$#&@ all these ^!$$%z, let 'em die slow
Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow
Shoot a ^!$$% throat out, hawk him in his eyeball

Let that ^!$$% 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 $#&@in Who-Ride or a Phantom

Real ^!$$%z to feel it, fake ^!$$%z'll fear it
I been with the real and I break fake ^!$$%z spirits
All bear witness the truth ^!$$%

I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot ^!$$%

[Chorus]


[Styles P:]
Trust me, you don't really know who you $#&@in with

The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it (*##$
E'rybody fly, actin like a $#&@in (*##$
If you ask me then e'rybody's a $#&@in trick

Let me ease up, these ^!$$%z 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 #~!!@
If you sell crack with authority you #~!!@
^!$$% can't run a block cause them ^!$$%z'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 ^!$$% in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-ass rapper ^!$$%, $#&@ it it's over


[Chorus]


[Outro: Styles P]
Yeah, you know who the $#&@ it is
I got a story to tell

If you don't know it find out about it, (*##$!
Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
You don't believe me send all the mother$#&@ers at once
YEAH! WOOF!