[Intro]
Two guns up n****
And a vest n****, Big Fonz comin at you n****
Think you a gangsta n****? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up n****
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
f*** 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 m***********
Cop P's off a block close to Post m***********
And I went to Broadway for c**e m***********
And the block close to Preston for the dope m***********
And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in
Case you thought that I was not on the job
d***, you frontin for who n****?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n****
f*** it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n****
'Til a real n**** catch you then he leave you n****
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off
Frontin n****, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b**** what your life 'bout
Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner n****
Two guns up, you a m*********** goner n****
s***, I'ma show you how to wrong a n****
Write a n**** swish on his face, straight Nike a n****
s*** goin down when, P don't like a n****
You ain't really hard, you just f***** actin hyper n****
What?
(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there n****
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do
Two guns up n****
And a vest n****, Big Fonz comin at you n****
Think you a gangsta n****? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up n****
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
f*** 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 m***********
Cop P's off a block close to Post m***********
And I went to Broadway for c**e m***********
And the block close to Preston for the dope m***********
And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in
Case you thought that I was not on the job
d***, you frontin for who n****?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n****
f*** it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n****
'Til a real n**** catch you then he leave you n****
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off
Frontin n****, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b**** what your life 'bout
Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner n****
Two guns up, you a m*********** goner n****
s***, I'ma show you how to wrong a n****
Write a n**** swish on his face, straight Nike a n****
s*** goin down when, P don't like a n****
You ain't really hard, you just f***** actin hyper n****
What?
(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there n****
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do