Manson Murder Styles P (Ft. N.O.R.E.)

Believe me, if I started murdering people…
There’d be none of you left

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Basically, hit you with the hard nigga recipe
Fuck you! If you ain’t with me, or next to me
(Fuck you!)
I ain’t one for the small talk
Ghost'll get it in like Nucky on Boardwalk
Real grimy nigga though, I'ma let the 4 talk
You ain’t got to hear me dog, you could hear the lord talk
Uzi up the place when the shotty blow the doors off
Dream of dollar bills and killin niggas that the kid hate
Nuttin' on yo bitch face, brain is in the sick place
Maybe it’s the wax or the fact that I’m shitfaced
Rap spelled backward is par – you ain’t up to that
If your shit sound wack I had enough of that
Fuck em all from the bottom to the top
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em get shot
A bullseye on the forehead
Fuck wack rappers, leave em all dead

[Sample]
Why do you wanna call me a murderer for?
I’ve never killed anyone
I don’t need to kill anyone
I think it