Wait Your Turn B

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Chillin' at the Amoco, lightin' up botanical
Seen a nigga I ain't like, should I let the hammer go?
Down to do the dirt but I know the church his Nana go
I don't want the sin on my soul 'cause I plan to go
So I keep rollin' up
But he ice grillin' and he swollen up
But he ain't old enough to never see another day
I'm thinkin' this but I ain't put my gun away
He act, I'ma clap, and these people gon' run away
They gonna get my plates and the make of my vehicle
I'ma be upstate full of hate tryin' see it through
So, I put it in first
I'ma catch 'em all alone then I'm puttin' work

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]
You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
Test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

[Verse 2: Styles P]
In the club by myself gettin' sized up so I just rised up but I didn't need help
Had a knife in the belt and a bottle that was comp
I'm always ready to romp, I move kinda stealth
Hammer in the ride with the driver outside by the door with cocked back four
He familiar with the war and the tour, keep a bullet in his jaw
Know for sure that shit can get raw when I slide
They say what up, no what up back
Ghost bust first, no bust back
Keep that same energy, hope you remember me
I'ma be that enemy that won't ever cut slack

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]
You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
Test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Couple a niggas don't even like Ghost
Start shit up, get lit up like they a light post
I ain't into arguin', I ain't into bargainin'
Get a shell in a hoodie, knife in a cardigan
You see me throwin' the peace sign
That two could turn to two guns up when it's creep time
Slug through the peephole, now he sleep though
He the one askin' for sleep time
Test me, you gotta wait your turn B
Get a bag full of guns and prepare for the journey
Get six pallbearers, a couple attorneys
You gon' either not leave or leave in a gurney
Ghost

[Chorus: Billy Danze of M.O.P.]
You wanna test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
Test me? (You gotta)
Wait your turn B
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me
I put my foot down firmly
Stick the nose of my gun in some shit that don't concern me
You wanna test me?
There's a long line of niggas that's ready to burn me