[Styles P] 

Yo Poobs! Ghost.. 

Poobs turn me up my nigga 

Time is money, Double R 

D-Block, shit's real 



Nigga it's the Ghost off the M.B. 

I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep 

I don't even pray with my eyes closed 

Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go 

Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism 

Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison 

Got a lot of shit I could say 

But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make niggaz "get out the way" 

Kinda selfish if I make niggaz get out and spray 

Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, nigga 

Shit is God-made, or man-made and machine-made 

I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way 

The pride overpower the brain 

I won't die like a coward, muh'fucker I'm vain 

I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains 

I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain 

But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine 

I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah) 

If I can't kill a nigga then I want an assault (yeah) 

Shit hard, just listen to the bars shit's makin ya {?} 

Some niggaz shiver and listen, no lie 

Close your eyes it's the bigger division 

Life or death nowadays is a nigga's decision, here's your jewels 

When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move 

Nigga 



Yeah, Ghost, time is money 

Shit's not a game 

I ain't fuckin around 

Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}