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Big Producer: |
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Yeah It's the ghost SP |
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wit the G-O-D AZ |
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It's the ghost SP |
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wit the G-O-D AZ |
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hardest yea hardest out |
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Styles P: |
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I'm from a part of new york thats fowler than poor |
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where the dirty niggas pile in the court (shit) |
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you should know im a yonkers native |
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gem star swing somebody cut your run wit david |
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stomp ya head like its part of the pavement |
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got business to engage in, my man got a case |
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and we got to go kill a witness just to save him |
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always got me back on that new shit |
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playing marvin gaye right before and after i do shit |
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f**king wit them niggas thats ruthless |
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havoc niggas in the bar rx-7 and supra's |
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drinking to much smoking to much |
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going places acting ignorant provoking too much |
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I dont know the nigga f**king had opened him up |
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Im from a place where the man that hit ya |
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bounced to orlando wit ya |
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on a roll let the cannon hit ya |
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boy we oh so fowl |
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and i aint tryna blow no trail |
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these niggas show no style |
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they like cowards on the stand (cowards) |
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looking at the nine i got the power in my hand, feel me |
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maybe not wit your lady shot |
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why dont you tell me what your baby got, nigga |
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your playing the game, stick to the rules |
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if you dont know em then go back to school motherf**ker |
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Chorus (Styles P): |
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I'm T-H-E H-A-R-D-E-S-T you dont wanna see SP |
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everyday i wake up its like im liabel to sin |
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smoke haze and bible paper swallowing gin |
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im G-H-O-S-T i can crack the ground |
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and make the clouds come down |
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find me if your looking for trouble |
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send a 100 niggas imma bust a thousand rounds |
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AZ: |
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Im the rap James Bond |
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my crack hairs gone |
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got it cuffed in the court |
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had my mac face on |
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funny walk money talk toe black stay calm |
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we up north like a boss that had half his arms |
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slid his mom 7 grand told her hold that down |
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we fam it go low then i roll back 'round |
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am as viscous as the realest you know |
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only difference is consistence im considered a pro |
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from the trenches 'till im dead and inches below |
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its not a game hear the name better snitchin wit dough you never know |
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niggas wanna see me dead, death threats being spread |
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but its easily said they cant touch me |
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stay wit a chick and a dutchy |
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slim and quick but the fifth make me feel like im husky |
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develish dont move with a car lean over |
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most wanted in the mix tryna dodge that quarter |
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Im wit tarver and weigh more than thats most |
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Im wit the ghost and we bang like we champs of the coast |
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put your gloves on and f**k the humble shit the love is gone |
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by the morning they'll mumble and mourn motherf**kas |
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Chorus (AZ): |
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Im T-H-E H-A-R-D-E-S-T y'all dont wanna see AZ |
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at any givin minute nigga liabel to flip |
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you wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch im not the one |
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S-O-S thats me got a 100 hungry goons that'll kill for free |
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and the same young nigga that'll torch ya face |
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suit up and support the waste |
