Ghost
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Hoodie Season
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Somebody gotta hold it down, you know
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[Verse 1]
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It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches)
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It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches)
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It's a lot rappers thats tripping,
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talking about they have bricks and never been in a kitchen (never)
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Me killing all of ya, ill premonition, (ew)
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If I promise paradise in the next life (ah)
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I turn this rap thing into a holy war,
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holiday, cut your arm off and take the Rollie off
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Let me slow down on the violence (slow down)
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fly high but the dutch masters the pilot
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The purse violet, all of the whopties bust ground (all)
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and I hold it down the minute the homie touch down (salute)
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Stepping up the scifer when the loose gets bust down
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I don't like stogs spoke, (a ah)
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play the vote for the honeys and got money selling dope to the old folks (yes)
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Turning robbery, so why would you bother me
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[Chorus]
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Number one homie on the hood's list
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Number one homie on the street's list
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Number one homie on yard's list
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Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
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Number one homie on the hood's list
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Number one homie on the street's list
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Number one homie on yard's list
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Number one on the list when it's time to make harsh
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[Verse 2]
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I don't think skinny g's, (nah)saw punch lines fake as Jews
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and these rappers running with one time
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I'm so hard, killers want me to get their gun signed (hard)
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I'm so real, your girl was hoping that your son's mine
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I know I don't like a bunch of down south rappers (hell no)
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Cause I don't need to like a bunch of east coast rappers (no)
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SP the ghost and I eat most rappers (yea)
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to tell the truth I eat all rappers (all)
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fall back and you can fall forwards and backwards (hahaha)
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Think about your life is and cherish it (think about it)
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I ain't even weighing the work, I just measure it
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I damage the city, yeah, Heath Ledger it,(damage)
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nothing like the joker something like the ace
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so you can tell the king to go and poke it in the face (go tell him)
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with the six inch blade,(ya)
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I'm the barber of rap, who wanna come and get an instant fade (hmm)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I splat the face down like dominoes, (ha)
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deliver these bullets to you like dominoes (niggas)
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Sweet like sugar, dominoes, (sweet)
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SP the ghost you should vamonos (strat)
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School of hard knocks, graduated on a honor roll
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make your fast money hard to tell where the comma go (fast life)
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Get it quick, I could scare the shit like komodo (ha)
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You ain't gonna pop so what the hell you hold your lamma for?
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Act like you know, ghost, fuck all ya'll, one.
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Nigga.
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#1 Homie
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Styles P |