P., Styles Filmography

• Love Is Love (2013)
• Funk Flex Full Throttle (2011)
• Laced: The Brooklyn Barbershop Experience (2011)
• Top 12 Moments of the BET Awards (2009)
• Biggie Smalls: Rap Phenomenon (2009)
• Just Another Day (2009)
• Jadakiss: The Last Kiss (2009)
• Big Pun: The Legacy (2008)
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors (2006)
• BET Hip-Hop Awards (2006)
• Hard Luck (2006)
• Mighty D-Block (2006)
• The Come Up (2006)
• Bad Boy's 10th Anniversary... The Hits (2004)
• Jennifer Lopez: The Reel Me (2003)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• We Still Strugglin - Styles P
• We Don't Play - Styles P
• Uhh Ohh - Styles P
• U Ain't Ready 4 Me - Styles P
• Time Will Tell - Styles P
• The MC - Styles P
• The Key - Styles P
• The Cipher - Styles P
• That Street Life - Styles P
• Switch My Style - Styles P
• Street Shit - Styles P
• Star Of The State - Styles P
• Soul Clap - Styles P
• Soldier's Song - Styles P
• Shots Fired (dissin' G-unit) - Styles P
• Shoot Niggas - Styles P
• Send A Kite - Styles P
• Ryde On Da Regular - Styles P
• Real Shit - Styles P
• Pussy Niggas - Styles P
• Man Of The Men - Styles P
• Look At Her - Styles P
• Livin To Die (50 Cent Diss) - Styles P
• Leave a Message - Styles P
• Keep The Faith - Styles P
• It's OK - Styles P
• Get Your Dream Smash - Styles P
• Gangster Gangster - Styles P
• In My Hood - Styles P
• In It To Win It - Styles P
• I'm A G - Styles P
• How I Fly - Styles P
• Holiday Any Emcee - Styles P
• Holiday - Styles P
• Harsh - Styles P
• Green Piece Of Paper - Styles P
• Got My Eyes On You - Styles P
• Good Times (I Get High) - Styles P
• Ghost Stories Part 1 - Styles P
• Feeling's Gone - Styles P
• Don't turn away - Styles P
• Day 1 - Styles P
• Come Clean - Styles P
• Children - Styles P
• Blow Your Mind - Styles P
• Beats To My Rhyme - Styles P
• Am I In The Right Game - Styles P
• All I Know Is Pain - Styles P
• 1 Homie - Styles P

Come on man
Sp 3 5 4
Strugglin my life
God damn I reflect on
Those I used to hustle with
And now we just fly kites
Damn we be living some wild lifes
We got to get them crackers to right
They treat us like wild life
Got to pay the bills for the building
The precious building the type of shit that make you rob us a billion
My whole generation was brainwashed
Lookin' at the rims should I get em detailed or handwashed
A man like his watch and his jersey
Try to bring bricks down south and we stopped in new jersey
Told them that the game was painful
If you don't want to take time to think the bullets are brainful
Big when they bang you then angels a change you
I ain't trying to game you cause I'm in the game to
Shit I been struggling for far too long
My niggas on the block bubblin' for far too long
354 shit
Shadow wah folly
My pain my thoughts my tears
My struggle my life my fears
I engraved my name in d streets
But you don't know what I go through just to see my kids eat
Those ain't pay up in 10 weeks
The baby mumma drama all day cause I'm breaking home ends meet
Past cota with me what the fuck you expect
Wonder when this music industry gone cut me a cheque
Chad told me look at my beeper I got the connect
And even listen to the streets dog I got the respect
If I die and go the hard way fuck it I'm a go hard
Presense gonna be felt on the streets or in the prison yard
Next I invision god right beside me with duck mella speil lotion and lee roy dolby
Puck rock incidents dog that shit scarred me
Picture me scared to die now nigga that's harvy no
Some real shit
Ay yo this is my clip my hammer my slugs
And I still shed blood for the love of my thugs
Still breaking days end while I blaze in the wind
The struggle of my life hustlin right and after gym
See I'm gifted with this curse
You can feel in every verse
I'll bring it from the dirt
I'm the hell on this earth
You can smell what I'm worth
If these cheques don't cut
Then these tecks gon buck
You can tell how it hurt
See my niggas need work
My dog just got 25 and he need church
And he seen worse
When you try to take my pride and leave me stuffed with the pain
Left my only stride nothing to lose only the game
When I bang for the suffering 400 years
We had enough of it
It's etched in our veins we still thuggin it
If I had to do it again I thug it twice

feat. Lloyd Banks
Niggers we don't play, we in the problems the worst way
We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain't got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I'ma play the villain, fuck that
All money's good money we niggaz stealin'
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough
Need on icepick... like a rock hard to drop like spider man
Punk the hoes up, hop inside the rider van
... for a couple dollars...
Drive... street lords knowledge of a college man
All mighty dollars get you dead make your mama plan
Nothing like this... I'ma make the... dance
No fly zone, you won't get a steady chance
Show... make your hoes bitch and skinny pants
I'm wear... so my haters can't stand me, jam me
Running niggers over like Brandy
Motherfucker... give me weed and eye candy
Coca cola doodle, pussy from the very nice...
Won't last stepping in the streets without this...
... niggers die daily
Niggers we don't play, we in the problems the worst way
We'll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain't got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I'ma play the villain, fuck that
All money's good money we niggaz stealin'
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough

[5 seconds fades-in]
[Intro: Styles P]
"Master Of Ceremonies" in the building...
Ayo, Poobz, Roll a whole zip up!
Yo, Louch! Get like four bottles of Courvoisier! [beat starts]
Tell the soldiers bring like 100 guns!
D-Block... forever...
BITCH!
Hahahahaha!
[Styles P:]
Say you gettin' money, but you not like me! (uh-uh!)
I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.! (liiiil' rapssss!)
Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G; (ssssshhhh!)
The Glock-500 but these bullets come free! (uh-oooooohh!)
Money make the world go 'round, - plus vertical (YEAH!)
From no car to a luxury convertible. (YEAH!)
Niggaz that had love - now wanna murder you! (murder!)
I be spazzin, blitzin' like All Madden. (blitzzz!)
Me and this pretty honey sharin' the orgasm (ahahaha!)
I'm on the 'gnac and shorty on the Merlot. (whattup?)
Fur coat - to the homie on the furlough;
Drivin' to Myrtle Beach, - slower than a turtle. (slow!)
65 there then - 65 back;
You can get a million dollars off of 65 stacks. (get it!)
We neither here, - we neither there; (uh-uh!)
But if the car smell like smoke, then niggaz'll freeze the air. (freeze!)
Spray the ozium. - Still break bread
With niggaz that move opium and still racketeer! (D-Block!)
Huntin' for money, so run like a pack of deer (run!) (WHOOOOOAAAAAAAHHHH!)
If you ain't hand me clear, that's why I'm clappin' at cha ear! - Yeah!
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Three guns on the seeet, - which one you wanna hear?
Got that paper on deck? (hahaaa!) - Throw that money in the air! (uh-huh!)
When I pull up in the front, (YEEAAHH!) - all these niggaz do is stare! (uhh!)
I'm a dream to these women, - but these niggaz nightmare! (g'eah!) - UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!
[Bridge: Styles P]
Say you gettin' money, but you not like me!
I heard your lil' raps but you're not S.P.!
Close your fuckin' mouth when you next to a G;
The Glock-500 but these bullets come free! - UH-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!
[Styles P:]
The hardest out just got cockier! (hahaaa!)
Tell these rap niggaz 'round they lil' posse up! ('round them up!)
The cars got bigger, - and the jewels got rockier (see you!)
But the Ghost move - just like the Mafia! (Ghosssst!)
You wanna know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Knockin', I ain't home then go to my other house! (get it?)
My moms ain't home, then go to her other house!
Real 'til I go to my father and lil' brother's house! (then go!)
That's up in heaven, nigga.
God forgive me for robberies, never was a beggin' nigga! (Father forgive me!)
Put 30 holes in you, fuckin' with a.7, nigga! (7-30!)
You work for anybody that rap. - Whatever nigga! (WHATEEEEVER!)
And I mean it - with no clique or no crew;
Bring the steam to you like the cleaners! (BRING IT!)
And I press you, and let you air dry (aaaiiir dry!)
And it's a wrap, my nigga. - That's your air time!
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[Styles P:]
I live to see my young son turn into my older son. (uhh!)
Smokin' weed, countin' money with a loaded gun. [inhale]
Never thought the platinum era's better than the golden one! (NEVER!)
These niggaz gon' see when the soliders come. (gon' see!)
Titanium raps. - Lyrically lap niggaz
To tell the truth! - None of us is on the same track! (NONE OF US!)
You just came to the park. - I'm runnin' cross country,
Like the Africans, the ones that don't be stoppin' when it's dark.
I'm just tryna break the strip. - You just tryna clear the park! (clear the park!)
You the arms, I'm the brain and the soul and the heart!
These them over your head bars (over your head!)
Live nigga killin' you dead broadsssss.
[Chorus]

[Intro: Styles P]
Ghost, Sigel, real niggaz load up
Throw your fuckin hoodies on, it's goin down
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Nah you can't hang, nah you can't bang
(You better get yo' gang)
If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane
(If you see me on your strip bitch get yo' thang)
Fuck that, before rap had to flip cocaine
Knockin EMPD (nigga +It's Yo' Thang+)
Had the fisherman hat, with the 40 bottle twistin the cap
Outside all night (pitchin the crack)
But now things are a lil' bit different
I could start the car (without the key in the ignition)
Now I be Vivo sippin - (nigga strapped with the mac)
In the bookbag bitch, when I go road trippin
[Chorus: Styles P (Beanie Sigel)]
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
(You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me)
(You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?)
You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me
You ain't ready for me, yeah, what?
(You ain't ready for me, you ain't ready for me)
(You ain't ready for me)
[Beanie Sigel (Styles P):]
The Bully harder than them bars in the lifer's house
You don't know me, see the Ghost when the lights go out
(Kill yo' ass while you daydream nigga)
I put your big man to sleep and let him fly (like the A-Team nigga)
You niggaz puss (dick startin to get hard)
Man we always strapped (catch shit when you run in the bitch raw)
I go off when the shit's off (I usually turn it up when it go down)
If you didn't you know now
(You know it's the Ghost) And the Bully in this bitch
(Two hawks up) You know I got the fully in this bitch
In the best shape of my life I know I could roof niggaz
(I send 'em back down Sig', I know you "The Truth" nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P (Beanie Sigel):]
Ghost and Sigel, P-89 and the Eagle
(Get stretched by the skinny or diesel)
Hardest two out so it's gon' be plenty of evil
(So run and tell all of the people)
Yeah, what? Gun (check) rope (check)
Hit the club, rob shit during coat (check)
Just for the fuck of it nigga
(I like the four-door big) Heard you bust with it nigga
Like to blow a pound of weed (heard you puffin it nigga)
Let anybody front and we touchin it nigga
(Yeah, what? I get berserk when I'm high on them perks)
(You fuck around like, you don't want your kidneys to work)
I get the family, the doggie, the kitty get murked
(Man what you know about puttin in work?) Yeah, what?
And you know you ain't ready for me
Got a young boy turn your shit to spaghetti for me

(with DJ Green Lantern
feat. Raekwon)
[Styles P]
D-Block! I ain't Cam, but it's muthafucking Killa Season
Homey's dying over ignorant nigga reasons
Know the home fried, lotta egos
Hoodrat bitch that be digging a nigga steelo
Hood got kilos, making them niggas evil
Never bring guns to the court, when they B-Ball
I don't play around with them suckers, I'm a G, ya'll
Standing on the tip of the block, I'mma see ya'll
Wanna know the price of a verse, I got the fee, ya'll
I tell you how much, coming through like the army do
Army suits, all big coupes with Armani suits
I got the lows on, and the toast on
Me, two guns and a knife, form Voltron
Oatmeal, PBJ, getting my bulk on
Sacrificing most of you rappers, getting my coke on
Electrifying all of you niggas, getting my votes on
[Chorus: Raekwon]
Aiyo, yo, from every palace in the hood
To every child that's in the hood, it ain't no deers around here
But it's all good, my metal niggas, forever rebel niggas
Never ever rebel, just only time telling niggas
Wake up 'fore niggas eat you
It's only matter of time, when them nines come out to meet you
Yo, don't be alone when we roaming, like cell phones, homey
Cuz when they hungry, it's another story, run for me
[Styles P]
I'm back like retro kicks, and I'm saucy
Your brain can get left on some pesto shit
I need a Pablo Esco' flip, and I'm the Phantom
Listean real close, you hear the echos spit
I'm a wolf, you run around on some gecko shit
Kick in the door of the shit, wasn't left for bent
I kill the best now, tell me who the rest gon' get
Not a damn one, the handgun, is right on the waist
Whether you ugly or you handsome, I'm right in your face
You can run, I get excited from the flight of the chase
Little chimp, why don't you try to spend a night with the apes
I get higher than the flight outerspace, where I'm from
I seen alotta niggas die or get indicted for base
Get weight, a little cake try to buy them a place
Either raw, ain't safes on, firing eight
And mine, nigga, I don't fire 'em straight, feel me

[Styles P]
Kings lose crowns, teachers stay intelligent
That's what KRS said
The Ghost nigga, time is money
Double R, D-Block
Poobs let's go
If it's beef better move on nigga, or get shot in the head
Or trucked over by the UConn nigga (trucked over)
Touch me, lose two arms, nigga you might think you hot
You dead wrong, you just lukewarm nigga
I'm colder than the ice in the freezer
Butcher knife slice and you seize up
44 blunts, I got a right to amnesia
Late night I'm pipin a diva
All my niggaz hyper and eager
In case I miss the hit the sniper'll leave ya
This case it's better to give than be the receiver
In the M-6 blowin the weed up
Comin through the hood makin sure that it's G'd up
I'ma I'ma hustler, you know that I read up
My rap is like coke, so my shit stay ki'd up
Y'all lil' niggaz new to the slums
I'm from the spot where the dope move faster than the cougar'll run
Come through with a chip, 22 in the bun
Ask the streets who can spit an iller fluid than son
Sheeit, nobody right? (Nobody)
Kill you, you a nigga nobody like
Fuck with me if you lookin for the rowdy type
I get it buzzin with cousin
Six dozen bullets skippin in the Audi right
This is Styles nigga, I keep it comin like gunshots
And you ain't said nuttin in the wild nigga
You ain't said nuttin, what? Motherfucker
Time is money nigga, that's all I'ma say

Focusin' When I Wanna Quit
Understand I Was Raised On Some Other Shit
What's The Pain To Ya'?
What's The Name To Ya'?
What's Shame To Ya'?
What's The Game and The Fame To Ya'?
These is The Questions That I ask Myself
Like The Haze and The Hashy For Help
Or Courvoisier Straight
A Parking Lot Full Of Thugs Parkin' In Late
Make Moves But Take Time Like a Chess Piece
Before I Start The Car, Four Dimes To The Chest Piece
Windows Ain't The Only Things Tinted
Niggas is Too, I Been Trynna Blow But it May Take Me a Minute
Shit, Time is Money Though
I'm On The Low But My Ghost Actin' Funny Though
He Sayin' Chill Nigga
Now You Could Build Or You Could Kill Nigga
That Depend On Your Will Nigga, My Reply is To Thrill Nigga
I Be Seekin' Adventure
If I Kill a [Stun 5 That'll Weaken They Venture]?
See Time in Another Frame
And I'm Thirsty For Knowledge
Would it Really Mean My Mind Got a Hunger Pain?
Could it Shine When it Come To Rain?
And Could Rain When it Shine Once in a While To Keep Me On a Humble Plain?
Honor and Respect
Lama in The Bama Check The Drama in a Sec'
Thinkin' 'Bout The Days When We Blew Chocolate
Gin and Tonic Till The Death
And Niggas Grew Up Fast and Threw Up Cash
To Get Sneakers, Cars and Clothes and Who Want Blast?
And This is Our Life We Live This Nigga
Sound Trife But We Did This Nigga
Just To Breath Out Here is a Motherfuckin' Privelage Nigga
Maintain Perseverance Through The Hard Times
But is it Hard if I ain't Doing Hard Time?
Work Your Ear, Hard Rhymes Through The God Mind
Best On The Street and I Only Do it Part Time
Flow is Just The Tip Of The Iceberg
Low When I'm Spittin' Them Nice Words
Get Dough When I'm Hittin' Them Right Curbs
Live Off a Principle Nigga
Complex But I Try To Keep it Simple My Nigga
I Got To Work On My Physical and Mental My Nigga
Nowadays They Bust Shots At Your Temple My Nigga
I Said The Streets Don't Love You Back
So I Sleep With a Eye Open, Hug My Gat
I'm a Ride For My Man, I'm a Thug Like That
It's Family First
It's Goin' Down I'm a Blam You First

[Intro: Styles P]
BET get your recorders
You rocking with the ghost Papoose
And Lupe the skate boarder (this is crazy)
Welcome to the cipher the beginning of rap,
For record deals first I'm going to toss you the cap
[Verse 1: Papoose]
Over 100 soilders died dis month I drop info out of ahundred da majority was negros George Bush is on a roll like a round hero dey still findin human remains at ground zero dey foundem in da sewers yeah it shows aww man yo I guess dats y dey call it a man hole when we say B.E.T we ain't tryna spell bet black entertainment Papoose is da best Nacirema wait till my album drop he hop up I clap him in his hip u can call it hip-hop rappers be actin like dey tougher den dey really is so I sitem in wheelchairs like jada pinkin kids u was puttin your sneakers on da wrong feet whan Papoose was reppin for da streets man defeat u mineaswell face your defeat look patna I have u lookin at defeat like a foot docta
That's Right
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
They say the game as the belly of a beast (Lupe)
Blunt for fingers and hallo tips for teeth
Wire taps for ears NIKE AIR for feet
Blaspheme for prayers the system full of heart
Rap music for beats heorin for the son and married to the streets
Crack pipes for lungs
And he never sleeps just spized with dice in his eyes
Love life cause he like when it dies
For baking for the soul he cough up pleasure
Clothes made out of dolar bills that he sowed together
He knows he's clever
Jealous his house all the liquor that pours out and goes right to his mouth
Rides around on a stray bullet
With prositute, pimp, dope dealers and killers tied to it to pull it
TV in his head
Strippers slide down his leg and he known to ride around with the Feds
He's
Out there [x4]
[Verse 3: Styles P]
[Let's go P] Don't call me ghost no more call me the phantom
Real brothers lover street brothers understand 'em
This is to the man with his hand on his Canon
Right at this moment I know we need an atonement
The Malcom is dead, The Martin is dead the guns the barber
Let me know who want to pardon there head
And I am back to the clip fill to the top
I'll grill with a bop
Poloce coming through kids still a rock
I don't give a F cause I wanna die cause I am gonna die
You to figure, don't boo who figure
Want to the play the game find out who's who figure
After you do that, find out who's true figure
Lots of brothers died over B.S, nonsense
School of Hardknocks no Parent Teacher Conference
Got to learn the rules real fast, move fast
Stand up the [? ] shortie
Cause they know that you ass
[Outro:]
[Styles P:] Yeah
[Papoose:] Yeah that's hip hop
[Styles P:]
Before there was radio, before there were videos, before there were magazines
Put the camera down this what it was
[Papoose:]
The cipher 360 degrees, the cipher
Show you cats how to rhyme man

[Chorus: Tyler Woods & ad-libs]
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (out on the corner)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (Gotta do it)
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (living oh yeah)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (ohow)
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I don't need no pen, I don't pad
Yeah I miss my brother yeah I miss my dad
Wanna kill the whole world, sometimes I get so mad
Tell myself to slow down don'T get so fast
Light a bigger Blunt let the shit go pass
But the pain still here so the shit gonna last
Yeah I sit in the dark I'm addicted to weed
Stop buying fast cars 'cause I'm addicted to speed
I don't know what to do, I don't know where to go
I don't fit up in this industry but know I can flow
Why I'm standing in the ghetto when I know I could blow?
Why I'm standing on the corner when I know I should go?
[Chorus: Tyler Woods & ad-libs]
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (out on the corner)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (Gotta do it)
Living that street life (living this street life)
That hood life (living oh yeah)
Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life)
Gotta sacrafice (ohow)
[Verse 2:]
Trying writing a movie, trying writing a book
But even all alone I spend my night with a crook
Try to overstand, try to overlook
Remember how a pig and a rat had a colder look
I'm spiritual, I don't read Jehova's book
Or Allah's book, or God's book
Just a man and it's easy not a hard look
I don't't trust you, so don't trust me
Bullets shiny, blades rusty
Fuck with me, Fuck you that's how it must be
This is D-Block, This is L.O.X.
Yeah I'm saying Goodbye but I ain't said hello yet

Yo Supaaa!!!
Mariooo
G H O S T
Give Me A G U N
And Some S M O K E
I'm On The B L O C K (The Block)
Wit My Bad Bitch, She Came From B K
Heard About The Work, N They Ran N Told The D A
D A Told The Feds How I Had It Out In V A
Now I'm On The L O W
N Its Fucked Up Cuz All I Tried To Do Was Be L O W
Hate Them R A T's
Give Me A M A C
I'll Make Them Motherfuckas R I P
I'm In The H Double O D
It's G Double O D
I Aint A B Or A C
But You Could Believe I'm A O G
W Double E D N The O Z
7 6 0 L I N I'm Low Ki
S Dot P Dot W W W Dot Com Cocksucka
Imma Let The Heat Pop
(Hahaha)
(Mariooo)
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
R U Double F R Y D E D B
Hello C K Til I D E I In The Middle
Im Hoppin Out The Sunroof
So Imma Play The Backseat Ride In The Middle
On My Justin Timberlake Shit
Cry Me A River
But Niggaz Need They Throats Cut
Slide Me The Scizzors
No Dare Touchin Us
N Niggaz Call Me Glade
Cuz If I Dont Get Paid I Spray Like Air Freshners
A Lot Of Niggaz Sound Like I
They Dont Get Down Like I
I Got The Urge To Tray-Pound That Eye
From The First To The Third I Give U My Word
We Got Birds Not Da Type That Fly Around N The Sky
N Im Just Tryin To Get In My Place
Do My Thing While You Tryin To Be King
Im Steady Shootin For Ace
And My Hoodie Stay On
N The Boots Is Laced
Violate - You Couldnt Take What Id Do To Your Face
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
Im From 3 5 4
With A 9 M M
On My 38 Waist
And The 5 5 Benz
Get It For 17
Sell It For 28
If The Money Aint Straight
They Gunnin Them 38's
It's 17 Up In My Glock
4 Dutches A Box
4 Different Drugs They Sell In The Spot
N 9 1 1 Mean They Callin The Cops
We Get The 4 1 1 From The Fiend Off The Block
I Got A Spot Where Its 40 A Bag
Niggaz Old School Still Drink 40z
Keep Stows In They Rag
Bust Off The 40 Cal Soon As I Point At The Fag
So It Cost P Nuttin Just To 1 Ya Ass
(Maariioo)
[Chorus:]
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles
Why You Actin Like You'll Body Suttin
Got To Switch My Style
A Lot Of Niggaz Bitin It
They Shit Sound Like Mine
I Might As Well Be Writin It
Got To Switch My Style
A Lotta Niggaz Lickin Cock
Frontin Like The Ghost
But Them Niggaz Wouldnt Lick A Shot
Got To Switch My Style
It's A Thousand Lil Me's
Only Thing, I'm Majorin
N Them Motherfuckas Lil League
Got To Switch My Style
Before I Got To Body Suttin
Nigga You Aint Styles

[Intro: Female]
Black Saun!
[Bridge: Sheek Louch]
Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! - Ghost
[Styles P (Sheek Louch):]
Money green, (haha!) weed green, hood black, heart black (OOOOWWW!)
And never let 'em see where you live, where you park at!
Never let 'em know how you get it just squash that;
Never let the beef ride long, go squash that!
You can shoot it out - or go and peace it up;
If we was in jail I would make you give your sneakers up!
Cause I'm a loyalist, - and I spray shit!
The.44 make niggaz look like crawfish.
Cause you seafood. - So go on sleep with 'em!
I don't trust no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em!
Matter fact; - I'm a keep it street with 'em
I don't like his style, I don't even speak with him!
I keep it G from the get-go;
Real go-getter, and I let my shit blow!
You don't wanna get your shit broke;
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your shit broke!
[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
G'eah, uh! - Where my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that good at?
Where them vanillas? - Where that sticky?
Where my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hoodrats to come up front;
And let the club know I'm a smoke my blunt! (G'EAH!) ('ey, ayo, homie! that's my nigga, son!)
Bitch! - This ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada! (you can't fuck with us, son!)
This street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say: "nada"! - G'eah! (ayo! tell the bitch right now!)
[Sheek Louch:]
Ayo! - It's never gon' be another (Don Guerilla!)
Shocked the world with the half face gorilla cover. (OOOWWW!)
Clip on top of each other. (YEEEAAAH!) - Now e'rybody wanna listen to the G (Sheek!)
Funny I'm on the plane watchin' (hahahaaa!) "Get Him To The Greek"! (whoooo!)
Twenty-thousand when I land just to listen when I speak; (uh-huh!)
Bully? - He in my will somewhere, he like to eat! (long as I'm aliiiiive!)
"I Get High, " high like P's song ('EEEEEEEY!)
That's why my shades on! - Used to be in love with Nia Long. (whooooo!)
Donny ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong; (HELLO!)
That's means more bitches more haters on my song. (is this thing OOON?!)
But I don't go back and forth; me, no ping-pong! (uh-uh!)
Donny at your door like Avon. - DING-DONG! (BLAAOOW!)
Yeah! - Me and my E-Hawk (HAHAAAA!)
Pop them things off on your block then later we pop klikko! (OOOWWW!)
Hah! - Amazing, ain't it?
If you can paint a bigger picture, well go 'head and pain it! - G'eah! (G'EAH!)
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
G'eah! - Bang like them white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too spit on your favorite rapper, he's not shit!
My catalogue is colossus
Blunt for the prelude. - One for the process!
Perform with a swarm of fully loaded objects;
Make it clearer than Podus ring.
I'm reachin for my phone cause I hear it before it ring;
I'm reachin' for my gun cause I hear it before it ring.
In the hood, I'm a muse!
Phantom that's verbal. - Demolition in the booth!
Slicker than the oil that you get at the masseuse;
Chrome thing with the conehead in the goose!
Addin' in the Coupe. - Subtractin' what I shoot.
Get in with a axe and some matches and a noose.
You have no idea - on the havoc I produce;
Till it's way too late. - The brain matter's on your shoes!

[Intro: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Yo Vinny Idol, what do you call under the underground?
(Twin Ghost Experience!) YEAH!
[Styles P:]
From a hood where niggaz is miserable
Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical
Niggaz talkin money then show me the visual
And then stand right there and get plucked like a chicken feather
Stickin up the stick-up kids, nigga I'm sick as ever
The gun is my bitch, and I bet you we stick together
Stuck like two dogs fuckin
You must be ready to die, fuckin with me like, you want somethin
Ring your bell and I have you like "Who call? "
Smack you with a bat like Pujols, bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at the bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a problem for the night
Problem for your life, leg or arm missin
I can step it up, have you doubt or your mom missin
S.P. the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin
Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga just like a bomb hittin
[Chorus: Styles P (Ghostface)]
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake (it's the Twin Ghost Experience!)
When it come to bein hard, I'm the star of the state
I'm the star
[Ghostface Killah:]
Yo, yo, yo I'm a tell you how we do on the Island
Squeeze your girl ass, now what, knock your punk ass off balance
You can't come through Mickey D's, no burger no cheese
Find your head missin, do you still want the #3?
+Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake, we got shells
Pissin on y'all bitches like R. Kell's
And more or less staple your balls together
And light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater
You see the rubber gloves, thugs
Nervous doctors play in the E.R., still wind up pullin the plug
Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience, flesh and spirit
We bang, even the dead listen to deadly lyrics
Make Big turn in his grave, even 'Pac can hear it
Cochran, on Dirt's death, yo they tryin to appeal it
But fuck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags
Come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
A lot of niggaz hoped I would die young
Pitched in the hood hard, want me to Cy Young
Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue
Always get high cause I feel high-strung
I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns
Or they "hear me now" like the dude from Verizon
Look at my eyes son, you won't see the next horizon
Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap
Or to get a hawk in your face, clip in your back
Guess who, still keep the thing in the sweatsuit
Hot blood leakin out your face is the best soup
Food in the kitchen nigga, shit in the restroom
Wreck when it's wreck time, S.P. the Ghost is five star
Orders to the death when I rep mine
King and the queen die, just like chess time
If I don't kill you now I'll catch yo' ass next time

I'ma drink 'til I drop on my ass, this is Holiday
I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass
That's one more chance, Dick Frank White ain't dead
Think you the shit, leave me your chick, the light ain't red
Matter of fact just wanna leave 'cuz the fights is on
I'ma still be here when the lights is on
Got a fat ass in front of me, Dutch in my mouth
Wit a Corona in my left hand
You try to front I'll coma your best man
I keep a trick on my sleeve, more like a two fifth on my sleeve
Then I switch it to the trey-duce
In my back pocket, so me and love can stay loose
It's like thugs ain't partyin', I smoke 20 dimes
I seen 20 dimes I love they body and
P tryin' to score for the night
And to tell you the truth, my shit blown if we war for the night
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Aiyo, shit is still gravy though
I keep a open case, the block hot I need a song for the radio
P at the club, niggas scared to let they lady go
Foot Locker 4 for 20's
Coulda had her some jeans, Nike Airs, I keep all my money
Still slide out the club wit a gorgeous honey
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall, I feel comfortable
Violate P, that's a hole in your jaw
All I want is cranberry and Courvoisier
I'm trying to talk to a dime
Motherfucker, but I still take my time
Cocksucker, to rob y'all niggas for y'all Cardiers
I got a flow that you hardly hear
And a gun wit a silencer, why? 'Cuz they hardly hear
I got honies flockin' around, smoke in the air
Wit a cool ass bomb like Bob Marley there
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
I'm the gentleman to hold the door
I'm the gangsta that's lettin' off the three while loadin' the four
Rather get a Soul Clap than clap your soul
Honey askin' how many blunts I have to roll
I'ma smoke 'til I'm high, drink 'til I'm drunk
I'm on my tour, shit and I ain't get a wink in a month
My favorite color is green
But I'm stacked for the moment, so, I'ma pick pink for the month
If you could take a hint then after this party
if you want, hop in the Viper limo with the tints
Got the fifty Cal, so hold that, tell 'em roll back
I show niggas the real meaning of Soul Clap
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?
Can I get a Soul Clap?
We gon' drink 'til we drunk, dance 'til we drop
And ain't nobody leavin' 'til the music stop
Can I get a Soul Clap?

[Styles P]
Yo Poobs! Ghost..
Poobs turn me up my nigga
Time is money, Double R
D-Block, shit's real
Nigga it's the Ghost off the M.B.
I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
I don't even pray with my eyes closed
Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go
Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison
Got a lot of shit I could say
But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make niggaz "get out the way"
Kinda selfish if I make niggaz get out and spray
Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, nigga
Shit is God-made, or man-made and machine-made
I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way
The pride overpower the brain
I won't die like a coward, muh'fucker I'm vain
I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains
I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine
I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)
If I can't kill a nigga then I want an assault (yeah)
Shit hard, just listen to the bars shit's makin ya {?}
Some niggaz shiver and listen, no lie
Close your eyes it's the bigger division
Life or death nowadays is a nigga's decision, here's your jewels
When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move
Nigga
Yeah, Ghost, time is money
Shit's not a game
I ain't fuckin around

D Block Double R, Time is money
Niggas is cowards
Load up nigga
[Verse 1: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
Yo, we would have been killed you (why even bother nigga)
You ratted on Preme (he probably your father nigga)
In New York you was never a don
(Niggas know you was a rat when you made Ghetto Quran)
Had names in the daily news (shot you nine times)
You could barely move (Block got the 10th shot) fuck it
(Lets air the dude, dissed Ja Rule) took his style and ran with it
(Singing on the hooks the same) bitch you done scam with it
(And don't try to diss a D Block crook)
Fuck sales, you hear your boss on a D Block hook
The shows in New York (nigga we not shook)
If its war get the four (and put his head on the floor)
So we can tell this faggot man how his Reeboks look
And you can all die in a instant (for instance)
(The tre pound'll leave your ass smoking like inscents)
The four pound'll make your man smoke like a Winston
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[Verse 2: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Get rich or die tryin') was a classic
(Now you rich and you tryin' to die) yours a dumb bastard
(You can be hesitant, you cant see the beast)
And you run with more police then the mother fucking president
(He's a bitch nigga he get ill)
like we didn't know that he cock block game out of his Reebok deal and
(Plus he at the label like, don't like him drive you)
Like my nigga drop first, and that wont like it rock and
(Bitch made nigga) you got a problem with use
Come see us with a gun (or a switch blade nigga)
Damn we thought you know (got your shit sprayed nigga)
You been pussy since that sheep skin (in 5th grade nigga)
Niggas stole your bike (cause you was pussy)
Try to take your life (cause you was pussy)
Now we got take your mic (cause you was pussy)
Left the hood and hired the cops, just your luck
(we the one that fired them shots) what
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
Yo, you wasn't real with me (now you gotta to deal with me)
I'ma get you the same tombstone as the real 50
(before all your hear us, the bigger the nigga is, the more pallbearers)
Your be where the cops be, the four, four wearers
(Y'all scared of the block same ones that we tear up so don't get near us)
Because you can never worry me (I know you been to jail you)
Also been to therapy (in the hood, till they bury me a mouth full)
I heard you did a shock bid in Lakeview
If my man know than he will of ate you
(how bout') he was in the bunk right next to you
And could of made him put a LOX on you
(all your nigga together aint got enough bars for us
I heard a bunch of shit from ya'll, none of it was hard to us)
Killers ask if there's no cops and he not wired
(Cant come back to New York nigga) Shots Fired
[Chorus: Jadakiss (Stlyes P)]
(Shots fired) man in the hole nigga
(Shots fired) (tell g-unit to roll nigga)
(Shots fired) nine times, a tenth one will do it to him
(Shots fired) (somebody better tell them we will ruin in' them)
(Shots fired) 50 keep running his lips nigga
(Shots fired) (damn, you already been hit nigga)
(Shots fired) we don't give a fuck if you rich nigga
(Shots fired) (get the fuck off of our dicks nigga)
(Shots fired)
[outro: Jadakiss]
Crotr controversy sells, crotr, contr controversy sells
Controversy sells, but it aint like Death
And I just cant say it any clearer

[Intro: Styles P]
Yeah! FUCK niggaz!
Grease whattup? Vacant Lot
I'm a EXPOSE these bitches!
You don't like me SET IT!
[Styles P:]
This ain't for the radio, nor for the video
This is for the nigga with his banger by his shitter hole
Comin out the box crazy bear cause his shit is swole
Ready to roll, no holds barred
Gettin amped up, just lookin at his old scars
Yeah, you know it's on when the real nigga hatin you
No sleep, think about, the steel penetratin you
He the type to break the blade off in you
Fuck a cage when you know that it's a cage up in you
What? Kinda hard to not, go on a murder spree
Paintin niggaz burgundy, put 'em to surgery
Go kill they family like the shit was a urgency
S.P. is back, call the state of emergency
Nigga get the N-G-O's, shit you bend in your rolls
The men in your holes, all of my foes
All you smell is gunpowder then the scent of a rose, what!
[Chorus: Styles P]
Shoot niggaz, cut niggaz, fuck niggaz, what niggaz
Butt niggaz really shouldn't bop, you strut niggaz
Firearm touch niggaz, light him like a dutch nigga
Stop, look at your watch, you know that time's up nigga
[Raw Buck:]
Fuck all these niggaz, let 'em die slow
Pistol-whip somethin 'til you break the raw{? } snow
Shoot a nigga throat out, hawk him in his eyeball
Let that nigga burn for tryin to run through this firewall
New world order, Raw Buck, S.P.
Twin tec ninas leave him wetter than a jet ski
I'm the rawest rookie, fire me where the vest be
I got a awkward offense, but I got the best D
Greatest man alive, no I'm not E.S.T.
Hoppin out the Nestle Crunch, color S.E.
Nod to the anthem, I'm a ride with the Phantom
Whether we in the fuckin Who-Ride or a Phantom
Real niggaz to feel it, fake niggaz'll fear it
I been with the real and I break fake niggaz spirits
All bear witness the truth nigga
I got no remorse, and I never been hesitant to shoot nigga
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Trust me, you don't really know who you fuckin with
The gun is called Dick, won't you go ahead and suck it bitch
E'rybody fly, actin like a fuckin bitch
If you ask me then e'rybody's a fuckin trick
Let me ease up, these niggaz ain't G'd up
They more like E'd up, once that I re'd up
Shoot him in his face, while he rollin his weed up
You rap with security, you pussy
If you sell crack with authority you pussy
Nigga can't run a block cause them niggaz'll run over you
Probably wouldn't jump, if they threw a gun over you
You ain't built for what you talkin about
You unworthy, oughta get hawked in your mouth
I got a white boyfriend that woulda called you a poser
Got a nigga in jail that woulda made you a dosier
You a wack-ass rapper nigga, fuck it it's over
[Chorus]
[Outro: Styles P]
Yeah, you know who the fuck it is
I got a story to tell
If you don't know it find out about it, bitch!
Nobody eats no more, hardest out point blank period
You don't believe me send all the motherfuckers at once

(with DJ Green Lantern
feat. Dwayne Collins)
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My homie said P if I get locked up
I don't want a visit I don't need a visit
Cuz I don't need a nigga
I'm not a needy nigga
And if I'm in its my fault that I
wild out and got too greedy nigga
Ill be on the boulevard eattin soups
havin soups havin dreams of the boulevard
so I don't need the hood involved ill be
home in a minute getting dome in a minute
in the whip on chrome in a minute
in the zones in a minute
have my own in the minute
so I only use the phone for a minute
tell my nigga write Tyson just send a
lil love with flics of the parties with
the honeys and the thugs in it
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My man said p I'm getting locked up.
But don't visit. Cuz ima be in the whole
for fuckin up niggas. No blood shit no crip shit
but I'ma flip the script on the day I get convicted.
Box to the ox until they take me out.
Know I got a PO while out throwin shit
rather go to CO hard as a rock fuck around
gotta do the whole bid in a box.
Fuck the cops I'ma diss em
but tell me hood niggas Imma miss em.
Send a kite so they don't lose me in the system.
I don't need money just a little love in a letter
ill survive until the struggle get better.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
My boy said P if I get locked up.
Don't visit me. I'm not tryna call so
I don't need the digits. If I got myself into it
I'ma get myself outta it. Just be bookin it,
armin it, chowin it. I don't need your currency.
I aint tryna complain cuz u aint seen me currently
cuz u should be outside where the big face
hundreds be. Just write a kite and just send a kite
and tell the niggas on the block they'll always be under me.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able.
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta put no money on the phone
I aint tryna blow it up ill be back home
Send a kite I promise ill write. With a kite.
You aint gotta drive up and sit behind a table
you aint gotta drop money if you aint able

[Chorus:]
Every day I ryde on da regular;
You just regular, probably smokin' the regular! (regular!)
Yeah; you the prey, I'm the predator!
Yeah; you the movie, I'm the editor! (editor!) [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Now tell me: whatchu know about the zone?
You go to jail when your man is comin' home. (comin' home!)
Try to get Grants but the plan was all wrong,
Wait for the time but the sand is all gone. (all gone!)
What's the regiment? - Smoke weed, get the Benjamins
Hit the spot for cocaine measurin! (measurin!)
Got a Desert Eagle. - Need a city eagle!
Tryna tell my niggaz the whole city evil! (whole city evil!)
And all I know is murderers and gritty people.
But it is what it is!
And do what it do. - I ain't gettin' money,
My nigga; I keep it movin' cause it ain't good biz! (good biz!)
Half a mill' to a mill', that make you hood rich;
If you dope as a dime, I can get you a good brick. (good brick!)
You don't understand when I'm talkin' this hood shit;
Then turn the volume down and on to the next! (next!)
Got your girl on Patron then she's off to the X,
Got the Lex from the Japanese triad connect.
Iraq, Iran, guns on deck;
In the hands of the shooters if the funds ain't correct! (ain't correct!)
YEAH! - Now what you know about the street life?
You could lose your life any night, you don't creep right. (creep right!)
Hoodie up with the mask down;
School of hard knocks, the Ghost never was the class clown! (class clown!)
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Now tell me: what you know about the hood?
You doin' bad but you plannin' to do good. (do good!)
You wanted platinum but they'll put you in the wood;
You wanna ride and switch sides if you could! (if you could!)
What's the schedule? - Hit the streets stay credible;
Everybody food seems edible! (edible!)
Got the trey pound, - got the four pound;
Ride around town playin' 'Pac then it's Dogg Pound! (Dogg Pound!)
Keep a big joint - or a long sword;
I'm tryna win and fuck the points on the scoreboard! (scoreboard!)
Homie, this the game of death;
No Bruce Lee! - I don't use the pen or the looseleaf.
All I need is the Dutchy - if not two sheets of bamboo;
Handle. - You like the bars on the bike!
And you don't want a scar for your life;
This is the Ghost, I earned my stars and my stripes! - Nigga...

[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
This shit is crazy Storch
(From the soul)
Thank you my nigga (yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from the heart)
Y'know I'm so much in the street (well well well)
I don't get a good look all the time (it's f'real)
So thank you (it's f'real, it's f'real, yeah)
"In God We Trust," it says it on the dollar bill
So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya? Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick, niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga, to tell the truth
That's why I live in a cage nigga
Soon to be dependin on haze nigga, shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad mood most the time
Nine milli' have you close to dyin
But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence of some absurd shit
Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
I know crime ain't rhyme but I prefer this
[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad libs]
This is the real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been
This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
Then you ain't been where I been
And you ain't been where I been, this is for real
[Styles P:]
Die fo' what you believe in
Get high for numerous reasons, no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical, leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate niggaz, I never was yellow
But I'm nicer than the happy-face sticker
All I need's a beat and the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good 'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P]
Shit's close to the end and I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner, only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there, I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire, led finger to a life
Change your address, feds follow when they glue the kite
Shit is all love, same time it's real too
Move OT or go and kill 'em 'fore they kill you
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P: over Chorus]
This is the Ghost nigga, Double R and D-Block
Scott Storch, whattup
[Gerald Levert:]
No no no no no NOOOOOO~! No no NO!
You ain't been where I been, no no!
No no no no no no no no no nooooooo...
[Styles P:]

[Styles P]
This a Supa Mario and Poobs production
I know that you pussy
Cause you ain't the same if police is around nigga
I know that you pussy - I know that you pussy
Cause you ain't the same if police is around nigga
Listen my niggaz, I ain't with all that riffin my niggaz
Load 9 bullets and hit you, have you shittin my niggaz
Niggaz bodies out New York but they lettin they mouths ride
Been a long time since y'all been on the South side
Y'all niggaz wanna count what we got, y'all niggaz industry
Cornball I get most my shit from the block
But it's funny I can switch up my watch, plus switch up my car
Got a house in a real cool spot
But you never gon' see me on "Cribs"
I'm a criminal, can't let them grimy niggaz see where I live
Cause they might kick in the door, lookin for the piff and the raw
But all they gon' get's the fifth and the four
"All Eyez on Me" like Mr. Shakur
Knockin the Whispers in the Cadillac, sit on velour
I adapt to my habitat, give me a four
With a fully loaded clip, a bitch that drive stick
that can roll a thai stick, definitely on some high shit
Ma I'm 'bout to cut up this Yayo
Bring 50 to the Bank then Buck at these a-holes
But, I don't wanna blam they click
They don't stand a chance and I'ma come cleaner like the dance to this shit
Them niggaz aight, but tell Yayo to vamoose
Let me set you, check you, 50 don't respect you
On the radio he said your baby mom was a Deuce
I was sittin on the bunk like damn he a punk
Don't make me off niggaz y'all snitches is soft niggaz
What? I'm just fuckin around wit y'all niggaz
I ain't tryin to catch a case
I know that you pussy, police is wit'chu
Security or somethin, I ain't gon' risk it my niggaz
Case you ever fell jumpy leave the cops at home though
Y'know? ONE
The Ghost, ha ha ha!

[Styles P]
Yeah (yeah, D-Block)
We ain't gon' talk this much this year, "Time is Money" nigga
We'll talk "After Taxes" (Sheek Louch)
There's a science to our shit nigga (you know this)
We love each other muh'fucker
We'll die for each other, shit is real muh'fucker
{MARIO!!!}
I'm from a place where they die for a dollar bill
Some niggaz get rich, most niggaz just go to jail
Niggaz in the hood, hit shit and they know it's real
Either get, life or some dough for the blow you sell
Which make me a hard fellow, paint the Benz the color of Caramellos
Sky blue and dark yellow, chillin in Palm Meadows
Tryin to get some M's in my hand
Can't see the picture need to look again or get your camera a lens
It's the game, who the fuck let the amateurs win
I hit the wind, time to sin, pick my man up at ten
He said P (whattup dawg) get the GT if you damaged the Benz
It ain't the money it's respect that make me man of the men
He said dollars is important to niggaz
I told him holla let him earn it we extortin them niggaz (hahaha)
Straight bodies, no slippin, no court for them niggaz
Suck my dick, is the only words I offer them niggaz
It's a new day and age, when I die throw {?} in my grave
And tell my niggaz in the cage I wasn't able to save
Sometimes the streets get the best out of men, they got a cell for you
Crackers tryin to stretch out the pen, I go to hell for you
See like the eyes on the pyramids
They offer niggaz death, cause they see they got fear of it
Shoot niggaz in the head cause it's just an experiment
He said he was a thug to see his blood so they smearin it
What?
(D-Block nigga) Muh'fucker
Shit is crazy (You know what time it is)
Yeah (We ain't fuckin talkin too much this year)
I'm starvin nigga (FUCK niggaz)
It's my turn, "Time is Money"
Poobs we out

[Intro: Styles P]
Ohh man, I mean
I gotta do somethin for the ladies, right?
It's that kind of beat right here Poobs
I feel it, let's go
[Styles P:]
Yeah, you told your man look at her
Then he was like, "Damn look at her"
Knee boots, mink shirt, top made of fur
And now you like, "I wonder where she work"
She on the dance floor, you like the twist and the jerk
She sweeter than Ms. Butterworth
And now you like, "Ma, who you?
Got 'em sick like the flu how you dipped in Lou"
She remind you of your first .22
She real small with a lot of bang
You give her a ring cause you and her gotta hang
She swear to God that, you and her got a thing
[Chorus: Styles P]
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice face, nice waist - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice hips, nice lips - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice eyes, nice size - damn look at her
It be like, "Damn look at her"
Nice walk, nice talk - damn look at her
[Styles P:]
She look good in her gym clothes in fact
With a little Air Max with the pins in the wrap
All her friends are tens or similar to that
Got a walk for the runway; talk that can fund-raise
With a smile that look brighter than the sun ray
And she's a real classy chick
You know the type that you probably see a athlete with
A rapper, actor, or a activist
Or a C.E.O. dude that had to be rich
Or a drug dealin kingpin that have them bricks
You like, "Damn if I could have them hips, or I could have them lips"
You look at her, and imagine this
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Yeah, you was like, "Damn look at her"
She remind you of a car, it's probably the flyin spur
Or maybe it's the Audi with the real good curves
You tryin to get up in her ear with the feel good words
Felt real confident, know you was willy
Told shorty that she was sweeter then the strawberry Phillies
Said some old school stuff like, "Boy you was silly"
Then you hand her over your jacket, you knew she was chilly
Now you got her, she got you, you all in the spot too
You like her, she like you, both of y'all hot too
Now it's goin down and the plan occur
And you got her in the bed like, "Damn look at her"

[Tony Montana from Scarface: talking]
All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. You understand.
[Chorus x2: The Game]
Lord forgive me my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, if only I could fly
Why fight to live homie if we livin to die
[Styles P:]
I don't give a fuck what many men wish
I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit
P a hustler, I'm a a double levy, penny I get
And that's words to my haze and my remy I sip
And you can pray to God and play the yard
I throw the laser on the 89 and spray your squad
Nah, use to have hopes and dreams
Now it's locs with coats with triple beams
With machine guns fiends.
[Chorus x2]
[Nas:]
Rock the world might be like colors and gangs
Follow my side brothers would [? ] for different thangs
But it all revovle around [? ] and shorties
Suffer your bling [? ] for your chain, the same story
From checoslovakia, the texas metropilis, the tretorous foxes, and the mexican mafia
They scrappin with tats on their backs, valid wars
Nuthin less then the lethal injection if ever caught
Court rooms, eagles, and flags, american style
While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
Whatchin for pain chips, throwin no lead at your child
But them gangstas pulloutin your child
The berry be out, the chain be like 100k
Shining since roxane shaunte made runaway
That's been a minute, genisis is deep, my feature are that of a god
Is not a [? ], it's a fact that these rappers wanna be Nas.

[answering machine beeps]
[Styles P:]
Street life my niggaz
Shit's a motherfucker you know?
I try to tell these shorties somethin
They look at me like, "What the fuck?
Nigga you worse than me"
Nigga, don't listen to the message
Listen to the message
A message to my son, it's times in my life
Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
A message to my daughter, daddy ain't make you
But sometimes in life blood ain't thicker than water
A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
And thank you for makin shit better in my life
A message to my moms, don't worry about your kids
Cause love is always love when we in God's arms
A message to my pops, my head's on my shoulders
And I'm takin care of family and never will it stop
A message to my sister, your big brother got you
But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
A message to my niggaz, when it comes to the hood
Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggaz
A message to my group, we got it we made it
Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth
[Chorus:]
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - it's on right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message - I'm gone right now
[BEEP~! ] If I don't pick up just leave me a message
I don't pick up, just leave me a message
[Styles P:]
A message to the jail, I don't really write
Cause it's hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail
A message to the poor, stressin the life
What we don't get now we get in the second life
A message to the kids, stick to your school
Cause if you fuck with the streets that's jail or a bid
A message to the wild, you should calm down
Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial
A message to the ladies, depend on yourself
So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby
A message to the rich, you should spread love
'Fore niggaz like me go ahead and spread clips
A message to the hood, shit is bad now
But we gon' be aight, cause it's soon to be good
A message to the world, I don't give a FUCK
P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise
Or a 45 that send you to heaven
Some'll throw you a look, others a book
Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward
Some'll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord's callin
Some see it before it come
My nigga, one is all and all is one
I wanna see us all rich before all this done
But it's really God call cause we all his sons
Some I'ma play my role, hope God save my soul
Let me slide for them sins I owe
Pain and more pain's the only change I know
Brain stay in the frame, I'm in the game I blow
Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow
But I'ma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence
It's all good just send me a message, what?
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
A message to the jail
A message to the poor
A message to the kids
A message to the wild
A message to the ladies

[Intro: (Aja)]
What can I say? (ooooohhhhh, yeeeeeeeaaaaaaahh!)
It's so real.
I don't even feel like talkin' most of the time... (yeee-eeeaaa-yeeaaaahhh, yeee-eeeaaa-yeeeeaaaahhh!)
It's ironic that I happen to MC...
Then I don't really wanna say shit! (ooo-ooooooohhh-ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!)
Kinda funny, though... (yeeeaaaaaaaahhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh!)
[Styles P:]
I always feel the ghost-es amongst me (yeah!)
I remember times when the roaches was hungry. (let 'em know!)
The livin' was grungy. - If it's money, I bungee until the cord breaks; (sssss!)
Thinkin' that I might be the one that's in the Lord's way. (I might be!)
Am I the bad that's provokin' the good? (c'mon!)
We all ride! - All live and we smokin' the good. (we all liiiive!)
But my nigga on the reel to reel; (reel!)
We move stock - 'til we not for gettin' - killed for bills! (it's like that!)
And it's all about the chills and thrills - and the good times (good times!)
It's like the mob, nigga, - in it 'til the hood dies! (YEEAAHH!)
Addicted to the concretes, addicted to the crates! (uhh!)
If we don't get a connect, - we stickin' up a wake. (word!)
Whatchu know about a wake - with the bishop bein' late? (whatchu know?)
All my jail niggaz standin' up, fists up to the gate. (staand up!)
Faggot-ass CO's get the piss up in they face (ssssshhhh!)
Hold a grudge cause the judge never listened to the case! - Yeah!
[Chorus: Aja]
Even though you feeeel liiike - cryyyiiin'
Juuust keeeep on smilin'!
Believin' that, there is gonna beeee,
Somethin' better past the paaaiiin!
And even though it huuuurts liike heeeell
You, - juuust keeeep on giiiivin'!
Doo-ooo-ooon't stop moviiin' aaaand
It's all worth it in the eeeend; you just keep the - faith!
[Styles P:]
You can see it but you just can't vision it! (see it!)
Society judge a man for the way - that he live in it. (true!)
Either you gettin' money or deal with imprisonment;
No in betweens! (no in betweens!) - I'm gettin' green! (ssss!)
Spots in the world where - they don't know what dinner mean; (damn!)
It's really not that crazy in the paint! (not!)
Hear 'Clef in the club. - Have Haiti on the brain! (salute!)
Surrounded by liquor drinkers, niggaz makin' it rain. (uhh!)
And the world's always changin' but we still need change. (change!)
Life's a bitch. - Is death like a good woman? (huuuh?!)
I ask that - cause I know the whole hood comin' (I KNOW!)
And the fam' comin'. - And do!
Heaven got a' ocean or a dam runnin', tryna understand somethin'; (tryna!)
Flowin' like a feather in the wind. (flow!)
It start off rough. - Do it get better at the end? (huuuh?!)
Do I go to a place - where I don't never have to sin? - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I'm wicked in my ways cause my temperament, (yeah!)
Ride for my crew and fuck - everybody's sentiment. (ride!)
You enter in the dragon or "The Gangster And The Gentleman" [inhale]
Saliva - is like poison - with adrenaline! (fear you!)
I spread love to the point I hit the hay line. (you know!)
Fuck jail and state time but you ain't gon' take mines! (brother!)
It sucks when you livin on gun terms;
Rather be - high on the island gettin' sunburned! [inhale]
Live 'til I'm old know what my daughter and my son learned
Life is all real, my nigga. - You get one turn! (one turn!)
I'm tryna tell these boys that they oughta learn
It ain't just fire, my nigga. - Even water burn! - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro 1: Aja - talkin']
Faith makes all things possible. (makes all things possibleeeeeeeee!)
Faith is the reality of... (the realityyyyyyyyy!)
Things I hope for. (of things that I hooooooooope foooooor!)
And the evidence of things not seen and told... (evidence... of things NOT seeeeen and tooooold!)
Keep the faith, y'all! (wooooaaaaahhhhhh!)
Hahahaaa! (IIIIIIIII see you there!)
Just keep the faith y'all (oooooooooooooohhh!)
[Chorus]
[Outro 2: Aja - singin']
Wooooaaa-ooooaaaaa-oooooooaaaaaaaaa-ooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Smiliiiiiin'!
Yeeaa-eeeaaahhhhh, oooohhh!
Somethin' better past the paaaaaaaaaiiiiiin!
And even THOOOOUUUUUGH...
Huuuurts liike heeeell, YOOOOUUUU... [beat fades-out]
Keeeep GIIIIIVIN'!
Oooohhhh!

[2 x jadakiss]
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!
[Jadakiss & styles p]
Checks get cut after the clearance
But what we dealing with is hard work and perseverance
Still send a nice ransom note to your parents
I'ma wrap this bitch till it needs some ball bearings
Trying to renovate the west wing of the mansion
I ain't thinking recession, I'm thinking expansion...
I be in the malls
But my chain is dancing
More than 200 on the dash?
I'ma tear it
But you ain't gotta be nice
Pass off for parents
44 mag is the last thing you hearing
If the work don't make it, that's a pass interference
Shots of tequila, spending car money at the jeweler
Spending house money at the dealer
Rubber bag of piff
Sour need a sealer
Wanna see a real nigga?
I just look into the mirror.
2 x chorus:
Niggas talk shit about us - but it's ok!
Game ain't shit without us - but it's ok!
No, you can't live without us - it's ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us - it's ok!
[Verse 2]
We about dough
Never without dough, moving work out of state
In and out flow
Real lyrical
Ralph lauren table, ralph lauren couch, yo
Ralph lauren everything that fit up in the house though
Whaddup to them polo boys who know tony
Couldn't have been manolo's boy
Cartier frames
Clear lens tho!
8 series beemer, 7-series benzo
Mobster: I probably go to hell if my friends go
Never shoot in a blind fury
Diamonds like sprite!
It's lemon and lime jewelry.
[2 x chorus:]
[Verse 3]
Rap with the connect - it's ok!
Hope you force somebody to test it - it's ok!
Lookout on the lookout - it's ok!
We gonna have the fiends singing like michele
Bang hard like the niggas out in east la
Know we from the bay in the pink all day
Still dope money in the grey mink all day
Just do it right, don't sit around and think all day

[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

[Chorus x2: Styles P]
Sheek Louch is a gangster, gangster
Jadakiss is a gangster, gangster
Styles P is a gangster, D-Block
Won't you come fuck with a gangster, gangster
[Styles P:]
You don't get nothin but gun shells
I ain't on the bar, Louch pass me the dumbbells
I'm in war mode, they in more mode
Body after body so the story was foretold
Twist 'em up real tight just like a cornrow, stick in they hair grease
Bullets in ya eye and your earpiece
Bullets whistle like canary for canaries
Your stones is yellow but so is the owner
Ain't a Blood but I'll make him a donor
Crash the whip at the dealer tryin to get me a loaner
Got a spliff that I dipped in Corona
Fuck around make you sip some ammonia
Karma, put your ass in a coma
Ain't nobody give a fuck if you paralyzed
'Kiss past the saw so I can shave down to barrel size
Said he was the king 'til he looked in the pharaoh eyes
Blow was the bulb was the verse as the arrow ride
What nigga!
[Chorus]
[Jadakiss:]
Yup, AH-HA!
Yo, you ain't got to remind me, I'm a top-of-the-line G
If you a fan you can say I been poppin since 9-3
If you my man then you know I been poppin my whole life
Outside 'til it's finished my nigga, the whole night
Few contract and inkpens later
Turn into boss respect, mob ties and kingpin paper
Mountin the D, Cardi frames and pink Gators
Gotta learn how to deal with the weak link haters
Don't even think about the top 10, just think Jada
Never eat no less, then I think greater
Gambino affiliate - still transport bricks
A boy on a bike, while my man willie it
Silly shit, imagine how rich we could really get
Fuck a pool table, the crib got a billiard
Streets is our problem, hope Allah's got 'em
Three-piece purple label with the hard bottoms - gangster
[Chorus]
[Sheek Louch:]
Silverback! No doubt (yeah)
That's you son, aiyyo I got you though
Aiyyo straight out the gate I pack heavy, big Chevy
24's, bandanna like I'm one of the outlaws
4-4 sit on my lap, other thing in the truck
It's too big and it come with a strap
I got bitches, money, cars in a lot
I already got weed, bring cigars to the spot
Coke in a pot, 'gnac on the counter
Three money countless; get from around us
I probably won't do Yay' or 50 sales
Like they probably won't last in none of these jails
I'm tattooed up, Levi's double sewed Chuckers
No shirt, I'm back muh'fuckers!
The mac muh'fuckers don't clack muh'fuckers
That keep your lil' stink mouth intact muh'fuckers
Silverback nigga, the Barack O. of rap
L.O.X., D-Block coward, hold that!

"Don't push the Mario man!"
[Styles P]
(In my hood) E'rybody sayin fuck 50 (fuck him)
That he don't really want a buck fifty (uh-uh)
Listen dawg, Banks ain't shit and Buck ain't shit (they ain't shit)
By the way, as usual, suck my dick
And the other nigga ain't worth nuttin (uh-uh)
He ain't worth shootin, ain't worth countin to mention a nigga
Catch 50 in the hood, we lynchin a nigga
Heard Boy Wonder gay as a bird
Did a porno with a man, nigga stay off the curb
And by the way, I don't wanna fuckin hammer you niggaz
I know James Cruz a rat and that's your manager nigga
And birds of a feather, flock together
Fly South for the winter get shot together (boom)
It's a God damn shame what it's come to
Got a bullet in his jaw guess 50 want, one in his tongue too
But I ain't tryin to fuck with the Rat Unit
Made 50 million, spent about ten on police
And I ain't got that much but I can chill on the streets
And I ain't tryin to get in the mood (uh-uh)
Who you tryin to fake out, when the only thing you take out is food
Nigga better look at your zip code
I'll be in New York when I'm spittin that shit bro
I ain't got a problem with lettin the fifth go
Your men look like bitches, tell them niggaz start lettin your dick go
You don't really want it with Ghost
Your money long but my shit still stronger than dope, motherfucker
Cowards, whattup nigga? (Yeah)
How could you talk shit with police with you? (How?)
Let's be serious
Fall back nigga (fall back)
I mean you sold ten million, you did it baby
Fall back (word)
This is real niggaz nigga
Ain't no police over here nigga
You must be fuckin sniffin coke in that mansion, fake-ass Scarface
You shoulda tried to fuck with us, idiot
Time is money
Since you got so much money nigga
Cop a million of my shits, and learn somethin
Learn how to rap motherfucker, ONE

[Styles P:]
Lot of people mad I ain't dead yet
S.P. comin through your speakers and headsets
Streets is in the buildin whenever the Ghost in it
I remember cereal boxes with roaches in it
I'm a double G, that's a gangster and gentleman
Humble was nights I been homeless, cold and tremblin
You don't wanna touch me, can't hold no grem-lin
Gargoyle like Chow Yun, Fat in "Hard Boiled"
Better stay away cause I'm toxic, hoch spit
Right in your face and bang you out like the moshpit
Heard I put in the work, it wasn't no gossip
The man with the plan so you know that the plot thick
Clip on reserve for whoever deserve
I swear to God, that's my word that I'm off of the curve
So you should know I'm in it to win it
If it start with a 3-M with an A that meant to spin it
I like European cars and I'm into the spinach
Fuck around, you won't even get to finish the minute
Cause, it could be over in two seconds with two weapons
Think I really care about whatever your crew reppin?
[Chorus: Bully]
I'm in it to win it, you motherfuckers ain't pay no dues
I dare you walk a, day in my shoes
I'm in it to win it, I'm on a strip tryin to move these bricks
But the streets won't let me quit
I'm in it to win it, you best believe I'm on my grind
You feel my pain in every verse and line
I'm in it to win it, years end and I'm still goin hard bitch
Knowin that these rappers is garbage
I'm in it to win it
[Bully:]
Uhh, yes I is the best I is
Go hard like that Bedstuy kid; nigga I'm in it to win it
Momma said be the best I is
I burn shit down, just like Left Eye did
Uhh, the game don't stop, the pain don't stop
Bullets rip through his skull like a Drano shot
Got a strip for me to eat on, P name the spot
I take aim at any nigga (who?) name or not
For my hand-to-hand niggaz, five gram niggaz
Blam-blam niggaz, you know who it is - Bully bitch!
Gun ready for any nigga who want it
Slam me? I don't think so, I'm fo' hundred (ha ha)
Yeah, I'm sittin in my Phantom
Nah I'm lyin, I'm hustlin, tryin to get a Phantom
You don't really understand him
Five-star general, ten-hut; nigga get your face cut
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I do the knowledge if the cypher work
But ask the homie that the knife insert, what life is worth
When his heart pumps slow and his blood that he burp
And it's all type of shit on his shirt
And his girl and his mom look hurt
And he thinkin 'bout his seed but he layin in the hospital, leavin the Earth
They say real men pray for they enemies
Forgive but don't forget so I don't slip when I'm drunk off Hennessy
Blame that all ridiculous
Hoody'd up, in the cut, inconspicuous
Nina gon' burn them boys just like syphillis
Cross me, I'm a show 'em all what trippin is
The difference is, I'm a real G don't wanna make no noise
Got a conscience, to really wanna take them boys
To a place they never been or go again
You could blame the wind cause look what it's blowin in
S.P. the Ghost, here we go again, know that I'm goin in
You ain't doin nothin but goin out
My gun's like a candle, who dare me to blow it out?
All these rappers garbage, who want me to throw 'em out?
What?
[Chorus]
[Bully:]
I'm in it to win it
I'm in it to win it

[12 seconds instrumental]
[Styles P:]
Most of us came from a broken home;
Drownin' in my sorrows, drinkin' liquor, tryna smoke alone. (alone!)
Argue with my wife; so I broke my phone
Throw it on the wall, tryna ball, but they playin' zone! (playin' zone!)
Connect is actin' funny with the work,
Like my money didn't work. - They gon' end up gettin' murked. (murked!)
The label actin' funny with the deal
Like the shit that I be spittin' on the record wasn't real! (real!)
Hood mad but they know a nigga riiide;
But the hate and jealousy - can blow a nigga high! (high!)
The other day I said I know a nigga fucked;
When I played the bodega - it was two dollars for the Dutch. (Dutch!)
To keep it real, we livin in real tiiime,
And I feel a nigga's pain but they never can feel MINE! (mine!)
And so I'm on the go with the green light,
I don't even sleep; how the fuck could I dream right?
[Chorus: Rell]
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
They keep tellin' meee - things gettin' better...
Yeaaaa-eeeee-yeeeaaaahh, eeeee-yeeeeeeahh!
But I'm a do me. - You can say whatever; I'm a Geeee!
[Styles P:]
Ghost - never on the swag shit!
Guess it's a sad thing my tarot card is magic. (magic!)
I remember I ain't never have shit
December was cold but - February was drastic! (drastic!)
So pardon my niggaz and what they traffic;
Or if they seem cold when the murder scene's tragic. (tragic!)
Niggaz can talk shit! (talk shit!) - We don't even glimpse.
Niggaz can get hit. - We don't even wince! (wince!)
Come with an "Entourage" and I don't mean Vince;
Purple ape in a purple Porsche. - Of course I'm playin' Prince! (Prince!)
Or lookin' through the sky light, my light;
And I zip my lips the minute they read my rights. (my rights!)
Blowin on a long Dutch, inhale!
How I lie? I'd rather die than be in jail! (in jail!)
It's all good 'til it's all bad,
And the ugly niggaz gon' crash your broad's pad!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I keep it movin' in my new J.O.'s
On them blocks - where them young boys move yayo. (yayo!)
They salute like: "Whattup O.G.? " - I salute;
Cause it's the "Wild Wild West" like - Kool Moe Dee! (Kool Moe Dee!)
What they do for a two-door B - and a nice watch?
Blow your brains out when the cocaine price drop (price drop!)
Like: "Yeah, I know my man got life ock; "
"The game don't stop so pull the weed out your night sock! " (night sock!)
Yeah! - It's like that, ain't it?
My Down South niggaz that got the Lex painted. (painted!)
My East coast niggaz that got the Benz kitted;
Don't it hurt when they snitch and you found out your friends did it? (did it!)
I thought it's 'Money Over Bitches' but
Niggaz throw money at bitches so let's kick it! (kick it!)
If you really live by the G code:
Shoot a couple of guns! - Hurry up and reload!

[Intro: Styles P]
This is how I fly...
HA! [beat starts]
[Styles P {Avery Storm}:]
Bubonic'd up, - sauerkraut. (ssssh!)
You know what'll light the way when the power's out;
You know? - Mary Jane. - Old Mary Jane (oh!)
Need to change her hair color, got a brand new name! (see ya!)
I love it when you gain them pounds (love it!)
Cause my attitude sucks when you ain't came 'round. (uh!)
They can judge, but they don't blow; (uh-uh!)
But "It's Something About - Mary" that they don't know! (they don't know...)
Got me open like Ben Stiller! (oh!)
Lookin' for my lighter cause my friend got killer. (uhh!)
Handin' him a Dutch; roll a ten my nilla, (fo' real!)
Know what I do with - all of my scrilla! {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight (you flyin', baby!)
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (haha!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
[Styles P {Avery Storm):]
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! (sting)
Couple stacks, a few big heads for the P. (BIG HEADS!)
The whole Blood nation ain't redder than me; (red!)
One Visine every night I seen. (seen!)
Watch the "Tropic Thunder", "Me, Myself & Irene", (yup!)
Smoke the Chapelle, light up the Mike Epps. (light!)
Any given time, QB on deck. (any given!)
All the hippies like "Ditto";
"Jungle Fever", how I creep with white widow? (hahaha!)
Real hustler, tryna get bucks (bucks!) {oooohh, yeeeeaaaah!}
Real stoner, tryna get stuck; (STUCK!)
I smoked the winners - of the Cannabis Cup. - Bitch! {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight (keep lyin'!)
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy! (whooo!)
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
[Interlude: Styles P (Avery Storm)]
We flyin' airy... (yeeee-yeeeee-eeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!)
Real high! (this is how I flyyyy...)
[Styles P {Avery Storm}:]
You ever seen a cloud inside? (HUH?) {yeeaah, yeeaah!}
You could be deaf and know it's loud inside! (loud!)
No E pill, no formaldehyde! (nah!)
I ain't knockin' you but this is how I fly. (fly!)
I don't need a airline to find my flight (uh-uuuh!)
All I need is my lighter and now I'm right! (I'mmm right!)
Spark up the fire, the timing's right;
Ghost and Avery Storm; - wow, we fly! (WOW!) {this is how I flyyyy...}
[Chorus: Avery Storm (Styles P)]
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyyy! (LIIIGHTER!)
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight,
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (OOOH, YEAH!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight, (are you flyin'?)
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer.
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight
It's alright once you light that lighteeer! - This is how I flyyyy!
Tryna get loose so I light a liiight, (light it, babe!)
Tryna get right so ignite the lighteeer. (hahahaaa!)
I'm a be cool word to final fliiight

Bull pen in the building, Chasey chicken in the building
Yo ...turn that shit, light up
Niggas think they nice
You don’t think we nice
Wave your fucking arm
So I can take it the fuck off, fuck nigga
Go ahead, let me see, hahaha
H.o.l. all day, yeah ghost is for hell I can tell my way
You know I smoke smell hellfire
What you know about shellfire
Choke with your jesus chain, fucking with hell rider
Popped in the larinex, then fish your keys out the water like mariners
I’m in sierra like the mariners,
I just wanna smoke and get high
All for the cameras, tell it top 10,
Or the top 5, but I kill all of them niggas
In one letter shot fly
Hardwork, I’m rapping the hustle I’m never off work
Before you give me 5, you should think about the forth first
The white work get facilitated
Salute to the Spanish niggas affiliated
Now we hustle clean for the prison niggas that never made it
I’m neighbors with athletes and actors
Still on the strip with the dope boys and jackerz
It’s not that I hustle backwards
But I can fit in anywhere, move like traffic
Let me slow down for the dumb boys
You don’t see me but you hear me like the gun noise
I’m in the gunshot, yeah, it’s a thumble in the jungle
The minute you let the blunt drop
If you wanna hustle then nigga keep your gun cocked
I’m vito corleone in my middle age
Smoking rock in my jordans they say I be killing jays
The day I die they name it real nigga day
You the type to read a book and skip a page
You ratched, and my ratched don’t care about your gang
You label attack racket, blue habits, red habits
Niggas run the gangs in New York like dead rabbits
Holiday, I’m back and it ain’t for the holiday
It’s all year around, put niggas on your block
Don’t even go there now
Yeah it’s real quiet for you,

Yeah
L-O-X nigga
It don't stop
It keep goin, and goin, and goin, and goin
Motherfuckers
[Styles Paniro:]
You heard it from the P, you oughta know it's the truth
I get you kidnapped and raped and thrown off a roof
You could nod your head to this like it's only a rap
Cause when these bullets hit yo' ass I'm like it's only a gat
I need a funeral to feel good, I'm hopin it's yours
Think he religious? Heard he got shot in the cross
Holiday Styles, bitch I broke most of the laws
Fuck with the Porsche or flip to the boots, stick to the truth
Do anything it takes just to get me this loot
And missin a tooth, but both of 'em chipped, toaster is gripped
You heard about the trouble, I start most of the shit
When I squeeze ain't no controllin the wrist
And niggas leave the room when they hear the P flowin to Swizz
I'm an ignorant and negative nigga
I sell crack, bust guns, pop shit, and say I'm better than niggas
You think not, I'll look at your man and level a nigga
If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name
So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame
When it comes to the streets, I'm the nigga to call
Five eight and three quarters, but I'm bigger than y'all
If I left the gun home, I'm a give you the sword
I'm the devil in the flesh, I can't give you the Lord
It don't make no sense for you to pray for your life
I got my niggas in the crib, you oughta pray for your wife
[CHORUS: Jadakiss and Styles]
[Jadakiss:] Uh huh, HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I gotta make it to heaven for goin through hell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells
[Jadakiss:] HOLIDAY
[Styles:] Cause I know it ain't right, that's why I'm blowin a L
[Styles Paniro:]
Yo...
I do it all for my niggas, even ride with a bomb
Get shot, die in his arm, and give him my last
It's a million dollar bail, I'm a get it in cash
I sell crack like it's '88, I live in the past
You know the P carry the gun, live in the Maz'
Tell niggas show me the money and gimme the stash
I like Malibu and pineapple, fifties of hash
Hundreds of 'dro, wear my clothes a week in a row
Sleep on the floor, catch me right next to the dog
I'm Holiday Styles, and that's what the weaponry for
And I probably won't blow for the fact that I'm hard
But I'm good with ten million in the back of the car
Either that or get life and lift the rack in the yard
Gettin jewels from the old timers, stashin the cards
But jail ain't part of the plans
I keep weight on the scale cause I feel I get further with grams
In my last few bars, I run through niggas like my last few cars
And crash 'em up, the boy mighta went platinum but don't gas him up
I get his length and his width and get his casket cut
I don't deal with the snakes and fakes
But I deal with the comas and wakes, I don't make mistakes
Double R now bitch you oughta know I'm a ghost
Blow up your face, blow up the coke, and blow up the smoke

Roof for the villain shoot with no feeling
Like audio two the crew was top billin
Blowing the dutch in the coop with no sealing
And visible bully like the Gucci when I'm illin
Cash too green is take to the toilet like i'm Michael Corleone
In the bathroom scene
Young black bido chop and wrapped kilos, clap torpedos
Stack do-ritos, we in the make house sippin the mojito
Discussing be nicko green weed and disel,
aka muscle air hose
You can see through round in the bullet prove five year
I'm lethal.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
Your style is infectious actress in the Lexus
sunroof open yeah she's for breakfast
Beef never setteled i'm Leon to the ghetto
Rustle with the hustle Rick rubin with the metal
When I lick a shot man that you're top floor
Blocks like stocks everybody bought more
Birds all up the sky, Rest could drop dead flying through Bedstock, White drop here, sticky green twist
yeleteen click,Gather that 3 piece suit for the trip Link with the mini Cano straight to so Frito
Three point range hit Frito with key locks.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
Shine like a bracelet sure but I'ma tighten
Hard like when customer was training Tyson
Gun really acting the car but no license
Life on top of the city could touch lightening
Cocaine wave dollar bill slave
Brainless tough of the inside is swade
Robert lutcher kiss and teller see a grave, one third of a legacy
Pedigree is I could make a don a don 'cause of integrity
Rap like a phenomenon sleap for a better dream
None this for deader things smoke for medicine Big is the rap I dpn't think that I'm better than
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
And if i'm itching and you front
it's my duty to act
I rap stone together and "cash" is spelled quick
Like a "so" getting voodoo blesses before i move bricks
I beat you like the number eleven when two sticks
Money from the door when i Bop with two chicks
It won't stop, never stop there he go again
Together watch the coke and how I bake it and sort of blend
Fredricka kinda pure see how we make the feam flacka
and watch it live for the coka quickly wrap around the block
They say we back on business 'cause the coke prize dropped
How we flooded the bubble white till is white hot
What?
Pop purchases we chopping up the pieces until only the shake is left counting the profit in Ibiza
80 million dollar Yachts, Scotch, and a little Reefa Diamond so big they call it anoxious little creature Money the coure the original painting of the Mona Lisa
High how i feel the clouds sitting on my Caesar.
Hook:
Y'all when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh
Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh
Act high style look agressive and kind of harsh
Like a ruff child with money that's why I'm harsh
How we dealin with em, harsh
How we deal it with em, harsh
How we handle on em, harsh
How we mangle on em, harsh
Stop b*tch you don't wanna to cause me the act
And if i'm itching and you front

[Intro: Styles P]
It's a lot of pain (a lot of pain)
You learn to live with it though (know'msayin)
Things we do
[Styles P:]
Hungry, starvin in beast mode
Live by the street code, where niggaz take your shit like the repo
The boys'll sell crack, to your mother if you're good (damn)
So-called brother in the hood (brother)
Lord help us (Lord help) you gotta know we possessed (y'know)
I guess it's the stress that make us a hot mess
It's somethin on the chest cause none of my niggaz rest (none of them)
Graveyard shift; my guns with the laser spit
'Til you're hit, all the tissue come off (off)
Nobody go to church but they hustle to get across
Who am I to argue or fight or bicker (who am I)
When, I could see my demon in the cup of the liquor
Reflection, my section, shit's gettin thicker (shit's thick)
Cause love don't mix with the liquor - you should know that
Gun, knife or bat I'm yellin out hold that
Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin to fold that
[Chorus x2: Styles P]
I live my whole life for a green piece of paper (five)
Did some trife shit, for a green piece of paper (ten)
Did some hype shit, for a green piece of paper (twenty)
A green piece of paper (fifty) a green piece of paper (a hundred)
[Styles P:]
In the game for mad years, paid a whole lot of dues in it
Never bite the hand that feeds you (never) but the rules is different
When the hand that feeds you ain't got food in it (what do you do then?)
Room full of scholars, bet you it's a fool in it (I bet you!)
Yeah, I learn my wisdom from the wise (whattup)
But then I learned livin from the lies (salute)
Both drop the same jewel boy, better get it it's your time (no it ain't)
But nope I say it's God time
I'm just a maker of hard rhymes, due to the hard times
Skin's real thick, you could look at the scar lines
Sometimes in my mind, I be still on the yard time
Hittin the bar time; crunches to the push-ups to the dips (yeah)
But real niggaz push up with the clips (that's what it is)
My niggaz is raw, you heard right, no cook up in this bitch (no cook up)
Let it go you better duck, don't look up in this bitch (don't look up)
We came to body somethin, we ain't shook up in this bitch (we ain't shook)
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I did some trife shit, and hype shit (yeah)
On the grind every night that's why I don't write shit (why I don't write)
Used to go hand-to-hand, rob niggaz man-to-man
Hoppin out the hoopty or the van cause I ain't have a plan (I ain't have a
Plan)
Now I did a lot of shit, for a green piece of paper (a lot of shit)
I formed my teams, I was on the scene thinkin major
Before a e-mail I served fiends off the pager
Gettin high, dreamin 'bout a green piece of paper

[cell door slams]
[Akon:] Konvict, Konvict...
[Styles P (Akon):]
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Styles P:]
I can't be humble - e'rybody bougie and industry
But me, I'm in the concrete jungle
Where rap about your cash'll get your mouth bloodied up
Run in your house, real late, you and your wife buddied up
I can't afford to rap about no cars with no 24's
Shorties on my block is real, hard with they 44's
I know some teenagers, that'll strip you like a female
Take your jewels off, when you get your car detailed
Sell it half price, like they got it on retail
Put you on the ocean floor, right by the seashells
They all got the look, like they'd ride on you
Take it easy young boys I got my eyes on you
[Chorus: Akon]
I got my eyes on you!
And I'm posted on the corner with that thing on my side
Said I got my eyes on you!
It's a message to them stick-up kids, don't even try
Used to be a bad lil' shady nigga just like you
And I pop that ass one by one, plus two
Got my eyes on you!
Along with my whole squad ready to ride, yeah
[Styles P:]
Where I come from, you don't get caught slippin
You don't get caught trippin
Cause if you fall down then it's "Off with him"
Another one off in the wood box
Man'll get revenge cause that's how the hood rock
Mighta been different if, he had a good pops
The war go, on every day but it should stop (should stop)
And them killers gettin younger and younger
I guess it's the hunger, so they cockin back and takin you under
And shorty got his eyes on me, I got my eyes on him
I know the look so I'm a ride on him
I'm a catch his ass slippin then slide on in
It's a pool full of sharks, boy dive on in
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
You know I keep the thing on the corner
Them shorties on the block is real wild, you make a move you a goner
Moms gon' be a mourner, family gon' be pissed
You should know how it is, you raised on the G strip
Grams to the bricks, O's to the pound
And the strap and the clip is for, holdin it down
Get a hole in your shirt, or your hat knocked off
Cause them shorties got gats and they thirsty to pop off
The nights is short, the days is long
I blame the crack-head parents that raised them wrong
My dutchie is long, my haze is strong
I keep my eyes on you, it's the Ghost and 'Kon
[Chorus: w/ ad libs]
[Styles P (Akon):]
(I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, try to ride on me
(Said I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me
You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing, tryin to ride on me
(Got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me
Get, hit with the thing and try to ride on me
[Akon:]

I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high, (I get high)
I get high on your memory
High on your memory
High on your memory
I get high, high, high, high (everyday)
I get high, high, high, high (every night)
I get high, high, high, high (all the time)
Everyday I need an ounce and a half
S-P, the only flowa that you know with a bounce and a half.
Listen kid, I need a mountain of cats
So I can roll up, hop in the whip, and like bounce to the Ave
I get high cause I'm in the hood, the guns is around
And take a blunt just to ease the pain that humbles me now
And I'd rather roll something up
cause if I'm sober dawg, I just might flip, grab my guns and hold something up
I get high as a kite, I'm in the zone, all alone, motha fucka case I'm dyin tonight
So I roll em up, back to back, fat as I could
You got beef with south P, I come strapped with the hood.
Chorus
Ay yo, I smoke like a chiminey
Matter fact I - smoke like a gun when a killa see his enemy
I smoke like Bob Marley did
After that, then I smoke like the hippies did, back in the seventies
Spit with the finishing touch, get this that
Ima finish you before I finish the dutch
I get high like the birds and the planes
I get high when - bullets hit faces after words exchange
I get a rush off the blood on the walls
You understand, like the S-5 pedal when its touchin the floor
I get high cause fuck it, what's better to do
And Ima never give a fuck, cause I'm better you
Chorus
Ima smoke till my lungs collapse
I'm from the era where, niggas cause terror over guns and crack
Where the dollar bill is powerful
I smoke weed cause time seem precious and I know what an hour do
I get high for a livin, gots to ride for a livin
With my bill Gates the niggas that'll die for a livin
Shit I get as high as I could
Cause if you see things, like I see things, Ima die in the hood
Motha fucka understand its full service for you
I don't smoke the weed if it ain't purple or blue
And you can name any rapper, if you want it die

[Styles P]
Ghost in the Machine!
This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
Feel this motherfuckin movie
Parts 3 and 4 comin soon
You don't like me fuck you it's more than enough shots for ya
Your man ridin wit'chu bet he gettin shot for ya
I got some hand grenades nigga but they not for ya
They for some other shit
My man got robbed out of town and I told him I could cover it
He younger than me and wilder than me
He wanna kidnap a mother I said nigga you on some other shit
Slow down young'n, we gon' get your revenge
When the shit get real we got to go down gunnin
Said he got a set of grenades he got from Jamaican niggaz
Said he goin through there and e'rything and shake a nigga
Nigga you buggin out
We gon' get that money and the work back, then we gon' slug it out
Slow down soldier, keep your composure
Stay quiet and close, then strike like a cobra
You can't attack now, they expectin you you pushy nigga
Give it 2 weeks, and they gon' think you pussy nigga
I guarantee you that they Eagles is big
So we gon' show them niggaz how, evil we is
And we don't give a fuck how diesel they is
Cause they all break down when the Eagle get lit
He young, get me thirsty but he listenin
Plus he know my M.O. so I ain't bullshittin him
Besides we was half on the work
I get it he knock it off you do the math it could work
But bein with the wrong driver on the wrong ride
is guaranteed to get a fuckin passenger hurt shit
You don't get it but you will in a minute
Told shorty to come home and just chill for a minute
It's been a long time we ain't build in a minute
He been deep down South keepin it trill for a minute
Now he back home, gettin his mack on
645i sittin on black chrome
I'm thinkin to myself, damn shorty mature
Got a hundred worth of ice, purple label velour
We got a dutch and we blowin it in front of the store
He asked how I was doin, who was in the studio
Which hood niggaz was frontin, tryin to make a movie though
Block still buggin out, told a nigga truly yo
Fuck rap, I need to get a movie like Coolio
Then he blurted out they got us for six figures
Kicked down the door and he counted out 6 niggaz
A bitch told him who did it, I told him the shit figures

'Cause the feeling is gone
And I must get ti back
Trust me not a... they never say getting money slow... up
We already in hell nothing to scare us
We already fly high nothing could air us
Came from the underground smass they ground
They stound it by all the bullshit that I found it
A wise make it lose you soon as it getting jewels
Life getting really you... and... Dutch fuck and take a...
Roll on one shit think about my rap shit
... cracking have you running like a trap...
Watch the back whenever you... the back...
I started soon young why you think I'm soon.
Can't feel shit and only like real shit
Hook:
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you will never block in the...
I aint' never planning to stop
I'm planning to rock
You know you know you know my name
You heard my raps
You knw my name they none changed
Let's... I aint' been through it all
From here it on I speed it ran for
The moon stay quite but the sun spokes still can 't blow it
With the paint with the blunt smoke
Tryin to get my daughter and my son...
When you're breathing in the gun smoke
Do it all for the power and the cash
Funny but I barely with a smile and a laugh
They say the paint... and I wonder
When you're sayin the same one I wonder
Now I feel like the devil got chains on me
I'm inside but I still feel the rain on me
Like I'm coming through the window on the...
Life for the... have you spinnin like a...
Contracts with god they sign in the...
See you with the crossroads if everything is been real
I could feel with the... and the shit... so feel what you can't
Hook:
You can act stupid if you wanna
Like you will never block in the...
I aint' never planning to stop
I'm planning to rock
You know you know you know my name
You heard my raps
You knw my name they none changed
Let's... I aint' been through it all
From here it on I speed it ran for
I told you it is what it is
Can't choose have a doubt but I can choose how to live
Thought about it just sing where I live
Just another ghetto nigga with a million dollar crib
No hope than I drop the... and gotta... and got...
Just so I can get a little drop, get it
Before I used to move...
When the... to stop
So I saw more drugs start thinking more...
That's why I thank God for the rap shit
...'cause we used to live in backwards.

[4 seconds instrumental]
[Intro: Styles P]
Ayo, Reefa!
Thank you, brother!
And that beat, I mean...
IT'S ROCKIN'!
[Styles P:]
Lota old stars, - lota new brothers
All makin' a movie, but none of thems the Hughes brothers. (hahahah!)
Gotta laugh at my wittyness; (relax!)
'Bout makin' some change, but you can feel my paper miss. (yeeaah!)
Love gritty chicks. - Real hoodie chicks! (uh!)
You know what I need cause I'm an idiot. (you know!)
Brains and the money machine cause I'm gettin' it (I'm gettin' it!)
Did' call me "Miracle" man cause I'm "Whippin'" it! (what?)
Alota reefer and the large Hennessy; (LARGE!)
'Bout a thousand a bottle for the Richard Hennessy. (uhh!)
Just pay for it. - Heaven sent;
And the live ascent block the chron chron scent. - YES!
[Chorus: Pharrell]
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!
BAYBEE, - baybee, - baybee
Don't turn awaaaaay - from love!
[Styles P:]
I'm just sippin' Courvoisier;
Tell the accountants and the money, the concierge! (boom!)
Sauna to the steam room, put it in the air;
Told you that I'm sittin' on it somethin' like a chair. (like a chair!)
Hey ladies! (yeah!) - Dear babies! (ha!)
I'm the last gangster left, it's so crazy! (crazy!)
It's impostors. - It's no shocker! (no shocker!)
If that shit come in a can, it ain't lobster! (uh-uh!)
If that boy come with a guard, he ain't a mobster! (uh-uh!)
But I am. (I am!) - I ride hard! (ride hard!)
And fly too high for the SkyCam; (fly!)
Club to the Benz to the telly short time span.
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
Short dude, - big moves!
Window stretch floor to the ceiling - big view! (see?)
Real suite all a treat to a visual (visual!)
All this from bein' a street individual.
I ain't the richest nigga. - Who am I to kid you? (huh?)
But I'll set the standard for G - that they live to. (I'm the G!)
Listen, boo; I ain't tryna kid you! (nah!)
I'll tell you what it do and what it did do, (fo' real!)
And then tell you what you gon' do! (you know?)
Hit this drink and blunt right in front of you.
Better hope I don't front on you; (better hope!)
Real boss, I can do what I wanna do!

Intro:
Light that shit up Poobs, Im fuckin high
Master of Ceremonies nigga, You fuckin know
Verse:
G'd up homie from Day 1, Zip your lips like the top of the bag at the
station,
Hammer locked up and loaded, Flyin in the European, Smokin in the
passenger, Tryin to make my quota,
Liquor and pretty women, and this verse is so deep that the city can swim
in em, Red eyes.. No chlorine, Yeah bullets will smoke, Lets let it all
steam,
I light the vent, like central air, Pop shit to the Ghost, I change your
dental wear,
Gun bud will make you sip soup, Yeah i wild out i came from a sick
group,
Get it poppin like Danny P, Got a bunch of pretty chicks with there pistols
by panty seams,
I was on the ski lodge, but i aint touch the ski's yet, Smokin on the
balcony, the snow had the trees wet,
Getting high, Just watching niggas snow ball, Ghost stamps official like
its made at the post off.
You can get the clip you pissed the Ghost off, phantom here, meaning
that the kid looks random here, Make you stand under it, then shoot the
chandeleire, I kinda Ghost, I can make the fake niggas shine the most, I
can hang you nice if you give me a designer rope, Fuck it get a shirt, I can
use your designer clothes,
Exit:
Yeah Poobs, October 4th, Maseter of Ceremonies, Light that shit up, D-

[Styles P]
Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah
Feel the kid, y'know?
Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga
Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam nigga
Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me
Most of you niggaz is butter, you know I keep a toast with me
New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back
Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat
More respect than money, but fuck it I can live with that
Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at
Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back
Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that
The rage make me evil with the gift
I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit
And niggaz rap funny so to me they seem humorous
I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous
(You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this
It come to bein street, we the niggaz that been true to this
You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's
You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail
You a bitch so you'd probably get screwed in jail
But fuck jail, we here now, bitch nigga you a frail
It's been a long time since I shot somethin
And if I put you on your back nigga you not frontin
It's been a long time since I stabbed somethin
And if I take your life away nigga you have nuttin
What? Y'know
Ghost, time is money
Poobs I don't even feel like talkin

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch (Styles P) {police sirens in the background}]
These lil' niggaz is crazy!
What the fff...?
This is our future?
It's 'bout the children, man...
Daamn!
Ayo, P! (I pray to God for the kids, man!)
No doubt, man, f'real! (wherever they are...)
Real talk! (it's real out here!)
Come on!
[Styles P {Sample from 20th Century Steel Band's: "Heaven And Hell Is On Earth"}:]
{Children} in the hood seem to die at a young age,
Wakes and funerals'll make it feel like a Sunday. (damn!)
All they talk about - is money and gunplay (that's all!)
Only light they gettin' is the one from the sun rays. (no lie!)
{Children!} No light bulb bright idea (no idea!)
Shame when (it's a shame!) "kill that nigga" is the right idea!
Like a nigga lose his life, every night out here (every night!)
Kinda hot. - But they talk about ice out here! (it's hot out here!)
{Chiiildren, children} - is all some I'll shit! (I'll shit!)
12 to 19 all ready to kill shit. (soldiers!)
All of 'em is numb, don't none of 'em feel shit; (don't feel... SHIT!)
It's just like a war zone, that's on some real shit. (it's real, homie!)
{Children!} Homie - this is O.G. talk;
Blow O.G. Kush (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) - for O.G. cough. (O.Geeee!) (yeah!) [coughing]
In the low-key V, shakin' police off! (shake 'em off!)
Don't engage witcha enemy, you know he soft. (ya hear me?)
Whattup? - {Children} - is all missin' the roof over 'em; (missin'!)
Lil' niggaz is hard, they don't know how to school 'em. (they hard!)
They know how a sucka or a herb or a fool look, (they seen that!)
Know how a crack pack dope or the tool look! (they seen that!)
{Children!} Yeah! - The shit is real out here! (it's real!)
Swear blood is like oil how it spill out here. (spill it!)
If you ain't from out here then don't chill out here; (don't chill out here!)
{Chiiildren, children!} The 9 mill' - might pop your grill out here. - Yeah! {children!}
[Chorus: Pharoahe Monch - singin' {20th Century Steel Band sample}]
Some days I might thank - God I don't have nooooo {children}!
To struggle this hard and it's a hassleeee. {children!}
Gotta teach 'em how to survive and wiiiin, {children!}
The whole future of the world depeeends on {children}!
So I talk wise and speak clearlyyyy, {children}
But still sometimes they don't hear me! {children!}
But when I open my heart I catch feelings, {children!}
Cause the kids need hope, they need healing. {children!} - The childrennnn...
[Styles P {20th Century Steel Bannd Sample}:]
The birds play video games, (games!)
Imitate wack rappers and the video dames. (brain washed!)
PlayStation, X-Box, laptop, desktop; (damn!)
I be askin' myself: when will the mess stop? (when will it stop?)
{Children!} Snotty lil' niggaz is too rude (too rude!)
All I know is cooler than YouTube - is makin' it easy (gypsies!)
With nothin' realistic you can see on the TV (NOTHIN'!)
But they call this reality show. (yeah?!)
{Children,} it's time to - make 'em grasses grow! (make 'em grasses grow!)
They'll - make 'em lazy. - It's so crazy! (so crazy!)
Me, I stay hazy. - Always keep a Dutch steamed; (steamed!)
Cause they even't makin' no buttons; it's just a touch screen! (damn!)
{Children} - and they don't talk, they text; (uh!)
L-O-L, (L-O-L!) W-T-F! (W-T-F!) (you know...)
And I be like: "Damn, what the fuck is next? " (what the fuck is next!)
Cause Mr. Illuminati seem to cut them checks. - Yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro: 20th Century Steel Band sample]
"Children! Children!
Children! Children!
Childre... child...
Chiiiild... children! [beat fades out]
Child... child...
Child... child...

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Swizzie! (Ghost!)
Yeah, smoke, now
S.P. c'mon, S.P. c'mon
Ghost - it's showtime, it's showtime!
Ghost - lighters in the air!
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
I wanna roll somethin up so
I-I can just blow, my mind (lighters in the air!)
I wanna, blow my mind (hey, hey - lighters in the air!)
Blow my mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
You should roll somethin up so
You can just um, blow, your mind (blow your mind!)
You should just blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
Blow your mind (hey, hey, lighters in the air!)
[Styles P:]
Mind blown and I'm tore down
Still blow an ounce and a half, even more now
Yeah, put your lighters in the air, light it up in here
Yeah, put it in the air, see if I'm a puff in here
You should find that I came to blow my mind out
Pass it and you drop it I'm a put you on time-out
Like Joe Frazier I'm smokin, mere bang out in the open
In the tub, but it feel like the ocean
I swear to God it be floatin
And I don't need a car to be coastin, you could say that I'm boastin
But this is S.P., and I know my time
When I hear showtime, I'm a blow my mind!
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
The black hippie, the sack with me, the lighter too
I have dreams of Amsterdam every night or two (Amsterdam)
I feel good, the sky couldn't be a brighter blue
Sun lookin like a tangerine
You got green and it's mean, brother hit me like a tambourine
I need a minute to myself, second to myself
Pass the dutchie on the left, whoever's suckin on the L
I'm a need candy cause I know my breath is gon' smell
I don't get sleep but some good restin off a L
Mind blown, time fly, time gone
Missed my exit on the highway I ride on
Roll another one, get in my good time zone
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
I'm gone, the 'gnac and the wine gone
Eyes look stoned {? } but what, I'm grown
Over 21, come over to my zone
In less than two hours see a 50 box blown
Lovin the smeel, feelin the texture
And we got a whole lot but we still gettin extra
Guess what's on the menu for breakfast
Roll with the Ghost if you wanna get messed up
[Chorus]
[Outro: Styles P]
I mean just get blown away
Y'know... do what you do
Bungie jump or somethin, speed in the car
Do whatever blows your mind away
I know what blows mine away
[Swizz Beatz:]

[Intro]
S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone?
Rip a nigga, make him scream
(Yeah Poobs, let's get him nigga)
[Styles P]
Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime
Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind
Beats what a nigga got asleep on your spine
On the creep and the grind, rap the work or double up
Hit you with a scar on your cheek, watch it bubble up
Man pull the Hummer up, shoot any runner-up
Real cool niggaz but we might fuck the summer up
Niggaz wonder what I'm involved in
See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem
Bronx and Queens, fuck that I live life like I'm starvin
You don't like me, fuck you nigga!
I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you nigga
I shoot up where you hustle nigga, fuck the program up
Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up
You dealin with big niggaz or pig niggaz
P don't give a fuck when it's time to jig niggaz
(I don't give a fuck) You dig? Niggaz big
Run up in the crib and wig niggaz and I don't mean fake hair
You can bet that I'm goin, they said that there's cake there
Might as well get them candles out; we ain't makin a wish
We sayin a prayer cause I blammed you out - what?
Guess who back? It's P with the P-91
38 Specials, the extra gat
In the souped up Mirada nigga, extra black - what?
You know
You know who I am
I'm that nigga! (Ghost)

[Intro: Styles P]
There we go, that's why, there we go
Close that door
Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga
Yeah...
[Verse 1: Styles P]
I told you that I'm lyrically fine tuned
Pay atttention, to the ghetto prince in case that I die soon
I'm waitin' for a war to come, yeah I'm I'll natured
But still see the lord in my son
They say the shits mysterious
I be bustin your lung,
Give me a gun the kid get serious
All I want is some peace and quite, all I need is a little silence, I can't get it though, still smokin weed n wildin, niggas show loyalty, bitches know I'm a gangsta, shit is for real they all wanna spoil me
If I ain't rollin up, then I'm loadin up,
Point out a block, s.p will sow it up
Don't ask where my niggas at,
Know where my niggas at,
I live long enough I'm blow with my niggas, black, can't stand to see my people grope,
We hold guns and move lethal coke,
I'm an animal nigga, I'm a smoke, drink and eat with you. play the streets with you,
Point 'em, I'm a hammer the nigga,
And these niggas talkin nonsense,
I'm on some don shit,
I'll rip you up on some real ex con shit,
I'm in the parking lot on Nepperhan in Yonkers,
To the top nigga,
Til they put me on the motherfuckin dirt,
I ain't never gunna stop nigga
[Chorus: x2]
God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
Life so strange time keep tickin
But life don't change, am I in the right game?
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I'm in a room with a thousand people still feel alone
But I can walk through a graveyard and feel right at home, I know this shit sound weird, just something I spit for ya ear
But heres my position, a lot niggas listen but they just can't hear,
So I'm puff a blunt why you in the front, I'm in the rear
Can I drop a little science
If david killed golith then whose the real giant, y'all niggas dying, if ya'll niggas lyrists, you can under stand that P is in the grind and my mind is a piramige,
Don't ask for acceptable, verbally I murder you, my 24 bars is like a blast from a weapon,
Funny that I'm laid back, wild on the other hand, kidnap and body you style on your other man, don't care about you rough past,
Or if you bust ass,
All I know is I'm gunna send shots though your mustache,
Holiday here, mark down the calender,
Brain of a champion, heart of a challenger,
Come through the block with the big 40 caliber, liquor and some weed, and a sword like eXcalibre everybody get it,
Go through the block tell niggas that I'm flippin, like everybody with it,
Screw y'all niggas 2 in the head one in the chest, fuck y'all I never knew y'all niggas, what
[Chorus: x2]
God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
Life so strange time keep tickin

[Styles P:]
Pain... pain... pain...
Pain... pain... pain...
All I know is pain, all I seen is death
Couple homies and brother gone, when I'm gon' step
I ain't suicidal, damn my brain need rest
Think about my childhood, pain in my chest
Past is the past, future ain't great
All right in the hood when any day could be my last
Pop somethin back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hawk some back, they wanna sue me for my math
Hard bein a gangsta rapper, you don't know the half
You ain't got to condone it but you was never homeless
And you ain't never fast, so you don't know the wrath
To takin a long walk, down the wrong path
All I know is pain - everything I did wrong
I did it in vain, that's why I'm tryin to change
Live for my seeds but the game ain't change
Only the strong survive, I will maintain
[Chorus: Styles P (Alchemist)]
All I know is – pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is – pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's no love, ice cold blood runnin all through my veins)
All I know is – pain; all I give is - pain
All I give is – pain; all I live is - pain
Only thing I know is mad years in the game
(It's more than rhymes, more shine than the diamonds on your chain)
[Styles P:]
What you know about pain?
Blood, sweat and tears where I'm standin in the rain
If I don't blow Mary Jane I'm goin insane
Before I had a car I was in the fast lane
Drug dealer stick up kids for the neck game, a lot that I regret
But I made it as a rapper, and it's not what I expect
For a fact, this business is more crooked
The boys'll sell they souls to the devil, the Lord lookin
See in you hell just in case that we all cookin
I got sins too, lot of foul shit that I been through
The world is God house, I'm just a window - pane
Tryin to maintain up to the end yo
[Chorus]
[Styles P:]
All I know is pain, I feel so drained
Rap niggaz is insane, they on Procaine
What they call hot, I would call so lame
They don't care about the art, and they show no shame
If you ain't gettin spins, then you ain't gon' win
But if you came from the bottom you should stay goin in
The Ghost don't make it then the Phantom gon' win
I'm a make the kids richer, make grandma grin

Ghost
Hoodie Season
Somebody gotta hold it down, you know
[Verse 1]
It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches)
It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches)
It's a lot rappers thats tripping,
talking about they have bricks and never been in a kitchen (never)
Me killing all of ya, ill premonition, (ew)
If I promise paradise in the next life (ah)
I turn this rap thing into a holy war,
holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off
Let me slow down on the violence (slow down)
fly high but the dutch masters the pilot
The purse violet, all of the whopties bust ground (all)
and I hold it down the minute the homie touch down (salute)
Stepping up the scifer when the loose gets bust down
I don't like stogs spoke, (a ah)
play the vote for the honeys and got money selling dope to the old folks (yes)
Turning robbery, so why would you bother me
[Chorus]
Number one homie on the hood's list
Number one homie on the street's list
Number one homie on yard's list
Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
Number one homie on the hood's list
Number one homie on the street's list
Number one homie on yard's list
Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
[Verse 2]
I don't think skinny g's, (nah)saw punch lines fake as Jews
and these rappers running with one time
I'm so hard, killers want me to get their gun signed (hard)
I'm so real, your girl was hoping that your son's mine
I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no)
Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east coast rappers (no)
SP the ghost and I eat most rappers (yea)
to tell the truth I eat all rappers (all)
fall back and you can fall forwards and backwards (hahaha)
Think about your life is and cherish it (think about it)
I ain't even weighing the work, I just measure it
I damage the city, yeah, Heath Ledger it,(damage)
nothing like the joker something like the ace
so you can tell the king to go and poke it in the face (go tell him)
with the six inch blade,(ya)
I'm the barber of rap, who wanna come and get an instant fade (hmm)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I splat the face down like dominoes, (ha)
deliver these bullets to you like dominoes (niggas)
Sweet like sugar, dominoes, (sweet)
SP the ghost you should vamonos (strat)
School of hard knocks, graduated on a honor roll
make your fast money hard to tell where the comma go (fast life)
Get it quick, I could scare the shit like komodo (ha)
You ain't gonna pop so what the hell you hold your lamma for?
Act like you know, ghost, fuck all ya'll, one.