[Intro] Two guns up nigga And a vest nigga, Big Fonz comin at you nigga Think you a gangsta nigga? I eat you boy Spit you out and throw you back up nigga Quick turn the lights out 'fore you get your dreams smashed
[Styles P] Let's go Poobs S.P. the gunfire is rapid And I don't talk on the phone just in case that the feds tap it Fuck with me, you a lame, it's plain the game backwards I'ma put your brain where your front doormat is With the pump or the 9-M-M P harder than jail and your time ain't end Yeah, it's the Ghost motherfucker Cop P's off a block close to Post motherfucker And I went to Broadway for coke motherfucker And the block close to Preston for the dope motherfucker And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in Case you thought that I was not on the job Damn, you frontin for who nigga? Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue nigga Fuck it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you nigga 'Til a real nigga catch you then he leave you nigga Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off Frontin nigga, pull your Coupe off Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out Matter fact pop Crist', tell that bitch what your life 'bout Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner nigga Two guns up, you a motherfuckin goner nigga Shit, I'ma show you how to wrong a nigga Write a nigga swish on his face, straight Nike a nigga Shit goin down when, P don't like a nigga You ain't really hard, you just fuckin actin hyper nigga What?
(Yeah Poobs) The Ghost, I'm there nigga Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to doTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
