[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) 

Poobs we out