[Intro] 

Two guns up nigga 

And a vest nigga, Big Fonz comin at you nigga 

Think you a gangsta nigga? I eat you boy 

Spit you out and throw you back up nigga 

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 

Fuck 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 motherfucker 

Cop P's off a block close to Post motherfucker 

And I went to Broadway for coke motherfucker 

And the block close to Preston for the dope motherfucker 

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 nigga? 

Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue nigga 

Fuck it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you nigga 

'Til a real nigga catch you then he leave you nigga 

Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun 

Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off 

Frontin nigga, pull your Coupe off 

Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out 

Matter fact pop Crist', tell that bitch what your life 'bout 

Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout 

Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner nigga 

Two guns up, you a motherfuckin goner nigga 

Shit, I'ma show you how to wrong a nigga 

Write a nigga swish on his face, straight Nike a nigga 

Shit goin down when, P don't like a nigga 

You ain't really hard, you just fuckin actin hyper nigga 

What? 



(Yeah Poobs) 

The Ghost, I'm there nigga 

Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do