Open Up Styles P (Ft. Bullpen)

[Verse 1: Bullpen]
Open up up and take the block over
Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters
38 special, don't let them bullets catch you
But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you
Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer
Came through with niggas 'cause most of em 85'ers
Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father
Proud of couple rappers, they probably yo favorite artists
Fuck is all these charts? A lot of these niggas garbage
From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest
Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target?
I move anything and everything's on the marble
Layin niggas down, roll em up in the coffin
I'm drawin from the waistline, I'm drawin from the arm pit
This is that front page, continue to page 4
Every time the D's come and kick in the same door
Alive niggas' time, cut short when they change loads
Some niggas came up, some of em still lost
Floss all niggas, that's whatever the bill brought
Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss
Can't smell the sour or the kush cuz it's sealed off
I'm lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off
2 guns up, yea nigga that's 8 scratch
All pan like canned up, it ain't wax