What Up What Up Styles P (Ft. Jadakiss & Sheek Louch)

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Nigga you ain't safe tonight
You runnin mouth I'll run in your house and strafe your wife
They don't wanna see the general surface
Shit, I throw the shoty to the genitals for general purpose
A lot of niggas hope I would slip
But I still got dope out of town and coke on the strip
If I don't want you to talk or want you to walk
Then Ima stab you in your tongue and poke up your hips
You really don't want part of this war
I'ma bring you to the house with garbage bags on the floor
You don't wanna trade shots with the P
I'll open your head like a had a doctors degree
I'm a bust-gun-ologist
Nigga, what up, what up, what up
You ain't met a nigga on some wilder shit
Wanna school the streets better come get a scholarship
Cold hearted criminals who I get my dollars with
Shit go wrong, same ones I bust the hollows with
Niggas think of murkin me
Crackas think of jerking me
Married to the streets, every days my anniversary
Heres my presentation, nigga spark the weed up
Thugs got they own nation, Ima be their leader
Better read the Psalms to your man
When I kick in the door with two nines in the palm of my hand
And the only think Ima ask is who Ima blast