[Styles]
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The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!}
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DJ Envy, feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga
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Whattup? {C'mon man!}
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If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh)
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Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets
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Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em)
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Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!}
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With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks (boost)
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So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh)
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Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your death is just a breath away
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You alone like "The Castaway"
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Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away (that's it)
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They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here?
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You ain't seen me comin?
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Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain't clear)
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Now I'm tearin off both your ears (both)
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Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear
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Y'all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here (boss)
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So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here (crazy)
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They ain't tell you that I +Ryde or Die+?
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Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive
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Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo (whattup)
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I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (shit)
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I don't play too much, I weigh too much
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And when it comes to the drugs, I wait too much
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And I don't say too much, I spray too much
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Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch
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What? {What!} My niggaz {Envy!}
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[Chorus: Styles]
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You know what?
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I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt
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You know why?
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Cause I feel I could, I +Ryde or Die+ and everyday I'm so high
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You know where?
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Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there
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You know when?
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I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym
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[Styles]
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{Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weeded
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One cornball nigga just to get me heated (one)
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Listen nigga I am not playin (uh-uh)
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He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin
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Wrong end of the barrel (wrong end)
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Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong)
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If I run out of bullets
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The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows
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Got a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohs
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I am too deep for you, street for you (deep)
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Wanna fuck with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you (bring it)
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Five niggaz holdin tec's on a creek for you
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Make the whole family weep for you
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Too bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag (scumbag)
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What.. and that's why you fuckin with dickheads
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If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red {C'mon!}
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Y'all better keep shiftin ahead
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'Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head
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And all the fiends call me the pusher
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But if you see my knife work then you call me the butcher
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And it ain't no meat I cut
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I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch
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And you oughta come fuck with the Ghost (c'mon)
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I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast
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[Chorus] - 2X
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{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders}
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[DJ Envy]
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It's the People Choice, DJ Envy
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Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1
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What, Why, Where, When (Feat. Styles)
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DJ Envy |