[Intro]
Two guns up n***a
And a vest n***a, Big Fonz comin at you n***a
Think you a gangsta n***a? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up n***a
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 motherf**er
Cop P's off a block close to Post motherf**er
And I went to Broadway for coke motherf**er
And the block close to Preston for the dope motherf**er
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 n***a?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n***a
f** it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n***a
'Til a real n***a catch you then he leave you n***a
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***a, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b**h 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***a
Two guns up, you a motherf**in goner n***a
sh**, I'ma show you how to wrong a n***a
Write a n***a swish on his face, straight Nike a n***a
sh** goin down when, P don't like a n***a
You ain't really hard, you just f**in actin hyper n***a
What?
(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there n***a
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do