Wait Your Turn B Styles P

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Chillin' at the Amoco, lightin' up botanical
Seen a nigga I ain't like, should I let the hammer go?
Down to do the dirt but I know the church his Nana go
I don't want the sin on my soul 'cause I plan to go
So I keep rollin' up
But he ice grillin' and he swollen up
But he ain't old enough to never see another day
I'm thinkin' this but I ain't put my gun away
He act, I'ma clap, and these people gon' run away
They gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle
I'ma be upstate full of hate tryin' see it through
So, I put it in first
I'ma catch 'em all alone then I'm puttin' work

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]
You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
Test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me