作曲 : Fields, Styles
(Styles P) 
Fuck all these niggaz, if you ask me who 
I'll answer back anybody you can think of 
I'm S.P. bitch, 
I'm the boss of boss 
I talk arrogant and me and guys link up 
And these is more than words, if you feel like the songs is to you 
Then it probably is, 
If I can't getta long witcha 
Then I'm gon' hit 'cha, 
All in ya face and ya body kid 
H-O-L-I-D-
A, -Y Styles, hit somethin by trial 
I'm the nigga to hate, and when it's time to merk something bitch 
WHAT! I'm on time in my job and 
I ain't never been late 
If there's beef in the hood 
A nigga like 
P can't sleep 'til 
I'm good '
Cause somebody dead 
This 4/5 gotta hit somebody head 
I'm all up in the safe takin' somebody bread [Chorus: repeat 2X] 
Shoot 'em in the head 
Shoot 'em in the face or the chest 
Then shoot 'em in the waist or the neck 
Then shoot 'em in the gut or the mouth 
Then shoot 'em in the back and don't stop 'til the blood runnin out (Styles P) 
Guess I gotta burn down bridges, and break down rocks 
And come through and let this tre pound pop 
You all grown now 
And I don't care if you from home town 
I'll put a slug in the dome clown '
Cause most of these rappers is talk 
I'm the nigga in the back of the court 
Wit 5 L's and a 1/2 of a quart 
By 7 o' clock 
I'm stone cold drunk, wit a blunt and a 2yr old pump 
Boulgin' out my pant leg 
I'll put it out and make ya man beg 
And shoot 'em anyway 
Y'all niggaz penny weight 
Niggaz like me just do what the semi say 
Any way we can do it any where any day 
I'm Paniero bitch, 
I ain't the nigga you play hero wit 
End up dead, 
Ya t-shirt look white it's gon end up red 
And my dogs look hungry they gon' end up fed 
BITCH! [Chorus] 
I'm hope you lookin' forward to die 
Hope you wanna look the lord in the eye 
Hope you ready for this muthafuckin' shot to ya head 
Or this sword in ya eye 
You the shit 
I'm the +Lord of the 
Flies+ If you got beef say it now, bitch niggaz 
So I can load up and come toward you wit nines 
I spray you and ya man 
The coup and the van 
The office and the studio where ever you stand 
I don't wanna be the king of the coast 
Feds watchin' me and you gotta stay low when you bring in the dope 
Gotta look a lil' dirty when you swingin the toast 
If you say the guy name, 
I'll be ringin ya throat 
I don't rap about niggaz 
But I do like to cock back hit'em the chest 
And blow the back up outta niggas 
Ya man is pussy? 
I'mma play wit 'em 
Look at ya nigga 
POP! POP! 
POP! now lay wit 'em [Chorus]