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Yeah it's the ghost |
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SP The G-O- |
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D AZ SP, it's the ghost |
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SP With the |
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G-O-D AZ S |
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P, it's the ghost |
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SP With the |
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G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah hardest [Styles P:] |
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Yeah it's the hardest out |
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I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route |
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Up north they talk about me when the yard is out |
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Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out |
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It's the G- |
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H-O-S-T go in |
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I'm the P- |
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H-A-N-T-O- |
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M Phantom |
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Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow |
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Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle |
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Get the feeling back |
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Whateva happen to realer rap |
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Ask my man where the tequila at |
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I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap |
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And you ain't got a prize under |
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Word to the hoodie that my eyes under |
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Word to the hand that the gloves over |
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It's all hate when the loves over |
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Talk straight when thug sober |
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But keep it quiet just shush |
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When you see me blowing kush on the push |
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Trying to get large dough |
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Ghost Sosa and |
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Large Pro |
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Why you think |
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I got on my cargos |
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To put mad stacks in it |
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I burn your house with the plaques in it |
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And then I'm spraying the mac in it |
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Your dj is wack burn his house with the wax in it |
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Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it |
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But regardless whatever your bars is |
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I don't give a fuck cause |
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I be the hardest nigga [Hook:] [Styles P:] |
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I'm T-H-E- |
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H-R-D-E-S- |
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T you don't wanna see |
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SP Everyday |
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I wake up it's like |
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I'm liable to sin |
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Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin |
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I'm G-H-O- |
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S-T I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down |
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Find me if you looking for trouble |
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Send a hundred niggas |
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I'm a bust a thousand rounds [AZ:] |
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The streets is mine |
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The east just fine |
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We drop jewels in our verbal |
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We reach the blind |
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We badu with the earth food |
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Delete the swine |
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Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time |
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No riffing |
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Death is near the checks is cleared |
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Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares |
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Bout to bar niggas flows cause they rep ain't there |
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They style is trash |
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The more cash the less |
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I care I'm colder real vulgore |
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Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster |
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Come no closer |
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Got the game in a choka blunt smoker |
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Pretty hair cunt stroker it's brooklyn baby |
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Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all |
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My marriage to the streets was annulled |
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I'm a ball |
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From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar |
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Broads even look much better |
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I put pleasure |
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And stitch in every word |
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I'm the sickest eva heard |
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If you can't get me richer |
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I'm a kick you to the curb |
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Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve |
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While the block still rock twenty g's by the third |
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That's my word [Hook:] [AZ:] |
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I'm T-H-E- |
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H-R-D-E-S- |
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T ya'll don't wanna see |
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AZ At any given minute nigga liable to flip |
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You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch |
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I ain't the one |
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I'm S-O-S that's me |
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Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free |
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Same young nigga that'll torch your face |
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Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker [Large Professor:] |
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Yeah it's the ghost |
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SP The G-O- |
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D AZ SP, it's the ghost |
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SP With the |
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G-O-D AZ S |
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P, it's the ghost |
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SP With the |
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G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah hardest |
