Styles P

Styles P - Ghost Stories, Part 1 lyrics

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[Styles P] 

Ghost in the Machine! 

This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin? 

Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol 

Feel this motherfuckin movie 

Parts 3 and 4 comin soon 



You don't like me fuck you it's more than enough shots for ya 

Your man ridin wit'chu bet he gettin shot for ya 

I got some hand grenades nigga but they not for ya 

They for some other shit 

My man got robbed out of town and I told him I could cover it 

He younger than me and wilder than me 

He wanna kidnap a mother I said nigga you on some other shit 

Slow down young'n, we gon' get your revenge 

When the shit get real we got to go down gunnin 

Said he got a set of grenades he got from Jamaican niggaz 

Said he goin through there and e'rything and shake a nigga 

Nigga you buggin out 

We gon' get that money and the work back, then we gon' slug it out 

Slow down soldier, keep your composure 

Stay quiet and close, then strike like a cobra 

You can't attack now, they expectin you you pushy nigga 

Give it 2 weeks, and they gon' think you pussy nigga 

I guarantee you that they Eagles is big 

So we gon' show them niggaz how, evil we is 

And we don't give a fuck how diesel they is 

Cause they all break down when the Eagle get lit 

He young, get me thirsty but he listenin 

Plus he know my M.O. so I ain't bullshittin him 

Besides we was half on the work 

I get it he knock it off you do the math it could work 

But bein with the wrong driver on the wrong ride 

is guaranteed to get a fuckin passenger hurt shit 

You don't get it but you will in a minute 

Told shorty to come home and just chill for a minute 

It's been a long time we ain't build in a minute 

He been deep down South keepin it trill for a minute 

Now he back home, gettin his mack on 

645i sittin on black chrome 

I'm thinkin to myself, damn shorty mature 

Got a hundred worth of ice, purple label velour 

We got a dutch and we blowin it in front of the store 

He asked how I was doin, who was in the studio 

Which hood niggaz was frontin, tryin to make a movie though 

Block still buggin out, told a nigga truly yo 

Fuck rap, I need to get a movie like Coolio 

Then he blurted out they got us for six figures 

Kicked down the door and he counted out 6 niggaz 

A bitch told him who did it, I told him the shit figures 

Gimme 2 weeks and just bring me the get-wit'er
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