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styles p – don’t be scared كلمات اغاني

[intro: styles p]
bullpen, g-host, d-block

[verse 1: styles p]
if i say so myself, we the best
when the lead pop, it’s headshots, you don’t need a vest
d-block, lox, we don’t see the rest
my blade cut a thousand n-ggas, that’s a key of flesh
you either (-) or (-) squeeze the tecs
i blow a smoke with the ghost, bars speakin’ death
i keep her wet, straight cash, yo, i’m ’bout paper
pay (-) bars, every line another (-)
bullpen style, k!ll you now, rhyme later
i clip from a block away, nine with the laser
they can hate us, but they know they can’t never play us
we heat-sprayers, plus you know the streets made us
live life to the fullest because death is waitin’
too wild of an animal for domesticatin’
get a room full of rabbits and i’m defecatin’
fully-loaded gun, no hesitatin’
i heard your gangsta rapper name resonatin’
we don’t believe you, you’ll never make it
discipline – the term meant dedicated
educated, actin’ on medicated
weed high, liquor high, drug dealers, stick-up guys
lox, wise guys enterprise
you ain’t got to cop it, we got you, you could rent a pie
god, forgive me for contributin’ in genocide
the cranberry beamer, mac-10 and the nina
smokin’, visions of mecca and madīnah
mobster, k!ll you, send a fixer and a cleaner

[hook: bullpen] (x2)
you look scared, lil’ n-gga
don’t start hangin’ ’round here, lil’ n-gga
this sh-t’ll get you the chair, lil’ n-gga
we makin’ ourself clear, lil’ n-gga

[verse 2: bullpen]
n-gga, we in here, it’s me and (-), lodge ’em out the bullpen
remember gettin’ processed, sittin’ in that bullpen
thinkin’ to myself, ‘if n-ggas rattin’ and some bullsh-t
i’m comin’ home dumpin’ out that clappin’-up-your-hood sh-t’
i had dreams of gettin’ hood rich
this year, approachin’ six figures, life good, b-tch
and i admit, yeah, i love f-ckin’ a hood b-tch
give her good d-ck, she ridin’ out with that wood grip
the front page of them tabloids
about paper, known for movin’ grams and mad toys
real n-gga never back down, quit the fight
i lose, i’m like (-) when he told (-), ‘hit the lights’
speak the truth, know these frontin’ n-ggas can’t stand facts
pops taught me santa clause wore a klansman’s hat
and he rolled through the night like the klu klux
so i flipped os of the white for a few bucks
yeah, i guess i see what they can’t
do what they won’t, then have what they don’t
ride to work raw, where the work, y’all, i sit and curse, y’all
lodge the bullpens, clayton kershaw
lookouts in the buildin’, play the first floor
yeah, it’s d-block, n-gga, we come with the pain
gonna cause straightjackets and shackles and chains
if it’s drama, come and get you, ain’t callin’ your name
we roll up on you like them n-ggas that howl in pain

- styles p

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