Yall Don't Wanna Fuck Lyrics - Styles P

My Style's louder than a stereo 

Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin' rappers 

Then show up at the burials 

I don't mean to worry y'all but I want y'all gone 

And this M-16 is the only way to hurry y'all 

Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like crack 

If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the competition 

Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come back 

And don't have my cash, then I'm hurtin' you 

Got a business gun wit industry bullets 

When it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be jerkin' you 

Rings is so my contact will break up your man 

I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand 

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I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man 

'Coz I do things the Don way 

It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway 

Leave no evidence 

Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents 

What? Motherfucker, yeah 

Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles 

This is for the hood and niggas that's wild 

If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial 

We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile 

Ayo, let's do it for the hood where there's alotta homicides at 

Where killers ride at and O.G.s reside at 

It's rugged, son, I love it, son, I see it every day 

Fuck that, we'll find another way to play 

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So don't mistake me for no rap artist 

Missin' old dude is from the old school 

He abide by the old rules 

And our Pro-Tools is 38 longs 

The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is strong 

How could we get along? 

And you doing this underhanded fagot shit, you fagot bitch 

We gotta get you gone, William Danze songs 

(Chapter one) 

All disloyal guys should be shot in they back 

Once and left paralyzed 

(Game over now) 

You gon' change me, how? 

What you thought would happen 

When they chained me to Fame and Styles 

You ask in the hood about it, all it can be is 

L M O O X P, motherfucker 

You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, it's a wrap 

Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap 

For real, we straight thug it 

Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard 

Huh, we done dealt more drugs than Genovese 

Made dope fiends outta school principals and deans 

Now they all fucked up, career finished 

Got they ass noddin' in front of the Methodon clinics 

We thug it all day but it ain't the Henny in me 

It's that Brownsville shit wit a splash of Trinny in me 

All I need is a hammer and a clip load 

I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code 

It's the M.O.P., mashin' through your ghetto 

Rippin heavy metal, wit Paniro 

(We Ruff Ryde) 

Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s 

What's poppin', nigga? 

Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles 

This is for the hood and niggas that's wild 

If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial 

We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile 

We can beef, I don't give a fuck 

'Coz if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son 

It's the world's most gutterest 

Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun 

To tell the truth, I prefer the knife 

'Coz he physical nigga 

I go in your chest, I show you how to murder right 

It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die 

'Coz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother 

Dog, I had a hard life and I'm in love with the pain 

Thug in the game wit heroin and hard white 

Back to the guns, the way I squeeze off threes off 

Leave a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off 

Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the glock 

Fuck it, dog, then I'm battin' you down 

Don't you ask me what's happenin' now 

This ain't a re-run, niggas. see P gun 

I'm clappin' you clowns, what? 

You don't wanna touch this 

It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway 

You don't wanna touch this 

It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit 

And splash of Trinny in me 

You don't wanna touch this 

Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will inflate 

And the murder rate is strong 

You don't wanna touch this