Styles P

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The Ghost Is Deeper Then Most Is

Leave Out The House Grab The Toasters Stuck In The Sofa

Pop In The Clip, Hop In The Whip

Tryna Get The Last Drop 'fore The Drip

Hoody Time, Any Hood Ride, Fall Back And Get Good And High

Where The Phone At, Next To The Cogn'yac

Bring Your Chrome At Wherever You Bone At

Its On Black, But You Shouldve Known That

I Hit A Dutch, Hit Another One Then Rip A Clutch

I Get Your Block Blickerd Up, Bitch Nigga What

It Feel Good To Hit A Real Hood, I Could Then And I Still Could

Cuz My 9 Millers Real Good

Im Comin For You And Then Im Gunnin For You

I Dont Get Blunted With You, Get Hundreds With You

Bitch Nigga Imma Kill You If I Wanted With You

You Could Join On The Listen Or Get Your Number Issued



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Catch Me Where The Haze Is, Sticky Like Gum Is

The Guns Is Louder Than Thunder

You Could Get Rained On Dependin On What Cloud That You Under

Aint Nothin Fouler Then Hunger, I Wonder....About Alot Of Shit

You Ever Shot A Clip, I Got A Brick

Me, I Did Alot Of Shit, But No Scholarship

Give A Crackhead The Keys And Let Em Polish It

Streetlife Dont Abolish It, They Breakin Rules Now

Makin Rattin Seem Cool Now, You Should Rap The Fuckin Fool Down

Learnt The Game From An Old Timer, Big Money Makes The Hoes Find Ya

Why You Think He So Charmin, I Could Dig It Like A Gold Miner

I Aint Lame And I Cant Forget The Game With Old Timers

This Is S.P The Ghost, Puffin On A Bone

In The Zone Where It Affects Me The Most



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Pocket Full Of A D.Ps, Honeys From D.C

Cayenne With The T.V, Livin Is Easy

Back In 6th Grade, Who Would Believe Me

Switchblade-Crazy With My Clothes Lookin Greezy

Now Im The Boss Of The Bosses

If You Think You Married To The Streets

I Could Make You Divorce It

Always Hear Me Speak Where The Porch Is

I Think Its The Horses And How It Zigzag Through On The Courses

Big Bags Of Money Try Grabbin A Fortune

The Real Get Real, Gotta Spend It With Caution

I Aint Really Into Flossin 

Imma Stay Dark, Follow You Home And Get Into Your Porshe And

The Guns On Fire Like Stovetops

You Think You On The Road To Petitionin

But Heres Where The Road Stops

I Aint Tryna Fall, I Just Want It All

Why Dont You Let Me Get The Ball 

Imma Show You The Globe Trot
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