Araab Styles Styles P
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[Intro]
Yeah, Poobs
Tunnel vision on these niggas
Araab, this shit is crack, Duke salute
My eyes on the prize
You're now listening to AraabMUZIK
[Verse 1]
Phantom but not of the opera (Phantom)
Death of the doctor
Shotty or chopper?
Handgun or the hawk?
Yeah, Pinero is proper (I'm proper), certified
Hop up in the whip, you willin' to take the murder ride?
Rollin' with that Ecuadorians, Cubans, coke emporium (Hahaha)
Came up doin' G shit, real gangsta historian (I'm a gangsta)
On the real, my nigga, I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit
Go out on my shield (I go out)
Yeah, shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out
Catch me at the juice bar pourin' a little bark out
Catch me on the mic, just givin' a little spark out (What up?)
I'm electrified and you petrified (You're petrified)
You niggas buggin' me, spray a little pesticide
I take face shots, you could put the vest aside (Put it away)
No need for 'em bloody, you gon bleed for 'em (You gon' bleed for 'em)
You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him (Yep)
'Cause he paralyzed, look at the barrel size (Look at it)
And I ain't buyin' that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain't buyin' it)
You a fixable problem
Kill him in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem (Ooh)
I’m despicable with a hawk and revolver
Ask the shooter or a carver if The Ghost is the hardest (Ghost)
The answer's always yes (Always)
So you could fuck around 'cause it's always death, what up?
Yeah, Poobs
Tunnel vision on these niggas
Araab, this shit is crack, Duke salute
My eyes on the prize
You're now listening to AraabMUZIK
[Verse 1]
Phantom but not of the opera (Phantom)
Death of the doctor
Shotty or chopper?
Handgun or the hawk?
Yeah, Pinero is proper (I'm proper), certified
Hop up in the whip, you willin' to take the murder ride?
Rollin' with that Ecuadorians, Cubans, coke emporium (Hahaha)
Came up doin' G shit, real gangsta historian (I'm a gangsta)
On the real, my nigga, I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit
Go out on my shield (I go out)
Yeah, shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out
Catch me at the juice bar pourin' a little bark out
Catch me on the mic, just givin' a little spark out (What up?)
I'm electrified and you petrified (You're petrified)
You niggas buggin' me, spray a little pesticide
I take face shots, you could put the vest aside (Put it away)
No need for 'em bloody, you gon bleed for 'em (You gon' bleed for 'em)
You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him (Yep)
'Cause he paralyzed, look at the barrel size (Look at it)
And I ain't buyin' that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain't buyin' it)
You a fixable problem
Kill him in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem (Ooh)
I’m despicable with a hawk and revolver
Ask the shooter or a carver if The Ghost is the hardest (Ghost)
The answer's always yes (Always)
So you could fuck around 'cause it's always death, what up?
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