Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Open Up, artist - Styles P. Date of issue: 15.04.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Open Up |
| Open up up and take the block over |
| Pause and stare at me, felonies in the holsters |
| 38 special, don’t let them bullets catch you |
| But pull out that long thing and long range stretch you |
| Lace the Easy Rider with elephant tranquilizer |
| Came through with niggas cuz most of em 85'ers |
| Hit yo baby moms, embody yo baby father |
| Proud of couple rappers, they probly yo favorite artists |
| Fuck is all these charts? |
| A lot of these niggas garbage |
| From D Block to the Bullpen we the hardest |
| Still keep that riffle clip loaded, who the target? |
| I move anything and everything’s on the marble |
| Layin niggas down, roll em up in the coffin |
| I’m drawin from the waistline, I’m drawin from the arm pit |
| This is that front page, continue to page 4 |
| Every time the D’s come and kick in the same door |
| Alive niggas' time, cut short when they change loads |
| Some niggas came up, some of em still lost |
| Floss all niggas, that’s whatever the bill brought |
| Feed yo whole team, now you being a real boss |
| Can’t smell the sour or the kush cuz it’s sealed off |
| I’m lightin up the night, take flight and I peel off |
| 2 guns up, yea nigga that’s 8 scratch |
| All pan like canned up, it ain’t wax |
| We open up up the shop, drop down |
| Open up, we got the block locked down |
| Real niggas is reppin the streets first |
| G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first |
| Loadin up the tray deuce, sippin on the deuce deuce |
| Lightin the blue dream, it’s blue like blue screws |
| Rap of the street, yea I’m in the who’s who’s who |
| I don’t floss, I sit on money like the jews do |
| Robbing in the vits, another 5 star with the bricks od down south and the |
| Trap of the pits |
| I don’t pump, I just come through the spot she’d |
| Visions of the M8 wagon with the ostrich |
| Seats and the steering wheel, |
| You a liar lil nigga, you just appearin real |
| Niggas know to fear the real |
| There never was a nigga like I |
| The town that hold me down like I’m big in Bedstock |
| Pull it out, cock back, nigga let it fly |
| Then a nigga gone and a riga red eye |
| My movement is laudable, my hand in |
| Any type of handgun seems so compatible |
| Rappin emphatical, dogs so radical |
| Pull out the mack so I can rat tat tatter you |
| Nigga you should leave it at that |
| I’m a cool fly nigga that get weed in stacks |
| Driving in a hardtop drop |
| Couple homies got killed, couple homies got popped |
| Dumping 7 grams cuz the plan don’t stop |
| Like when it’s hot in the projects the fans don’t stop |
| I’m in the lex land with my hand on the gwap |
| Off the end of island, camp 10 on the block |
| Told you bout the fam, just imagine when the shit hit it |
| Niggas got a pound then you know we getting lit with it |
| You getting money then stick with it |
| Pass me the mic, I’m sick with it |
| Something like Cyrus the Virus |
| Came from the dirt but my touch is like the Midas |
| We open up up the shop, drop down |
| Open up, we got the block locked down |
| Real niggas is reppin the streets first |
| G’s coming here first, remember to squeeze first |