Styles P - Open Up Lyrics
(Verse)Open up up and take the block overPause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters38 special, don’t let them bullets catch youBut pull out that long thing and long range stretch youLace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizerCame through with niggas cuz most of em 85’ersHit yo baby moms, embody yo baby fatherProud of couple rappers, they probly yo favorite artists***** is all these charts? A lot of these niggas garbageFrom D Block to the Bullpen we the hardestStill keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target?I move anything and everything’s on the marbleLayin niggas down, roll em up in the coffinI’m drawin from the waistline, I’m drawin from the arm pitThis is that front page, continue to page 4Every time the D’s come and kick in the same doorAlive niggas’ time, cut short when they change loadsSome niggas came up, some of em still lostFloss all niggas, that’s whatever the bill broughtFeed yo whole team, now you being a real bossCan’t smell the sour or the kush cuz it’s sealed offI’m lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off2 guns up, yea nigga that’s 8 scratchAll pan like canned up, it ain’t wax(Hook x2)We open up up the shop, drop downOpen up, we got the block locked downReal niggas is reppin the streets firstG’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first(Verse)Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuceLightin the blue dream, it’s blue like blue screwsRap of the street, yea I’m in the who’s who’s whoI don’t floss, I sit on money like the jews doRobbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and theTrap of the pitsI don’t pump, I just come through the spot she'dVisions of the M8 wagon with the ostrichSeats and the steering wheel,You a liar lil nigga, you just appearin realNiggas know to fear the realThere never was a nigga like IThe town that hold me down like I’m big in BedstockPull it out, ***** back, nigga let it flyThen a nigga gone and a riga red eyeMy movement is laudable, my hand inAny type of handgun seems so compatibleRappin emphatical, dogs so radicalPull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter youNigga you should leave it at thatI’m a cool fly nigga that get weed in stacksDriving in a hardtop dropCouple homies got killed, couple homies got poppedDumping 7 grams cuz the plan don’t stopLike when it’s hot in the projects the fans don’t stopI’m in the lex land with my hand on the gwapOff the end of island, camp 10 on the blockTold you bout the fam, just imagine when the shit hit itNiggas got a pound then you know we getting lit with itYou getting money then stick with itPass me the mic, I’m sick with itSomething like Cyrus the VirusCame from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas(Hook x2)We open up up the shop, drop downOpen up, we got the block locked downReal niggas is reppin the streets firstG’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first
