Don’t Be Scared Styles P (Ft. Bullpen)

[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 niggas, 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, kill 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, kill you, send a fixer and a cleaner