the Ghost brother! Get treated like a big bag of weed and get mother fucking smoked brother Cut the dumb shit Cuz I run shit You can get harmed when my
life (living this street life) That hood life (living oh yeah) Living this gangsta Life (Living this gangsta life) Gotta sacrafice (ohow) [Styles P
they catch you at the wheel and blow your face out the ride (Chorus x2) Styles P: If you forgot my name or my style i'm the ghost with the hornet flow and corner style
, you outta see my lights Watch the 'gnac get chased by the champagne Mary jane blowin, livin life in the fast lane Gotta stay fresh, cause I live by my last name - Styles
My Style's louder than a stereo Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin' rappers Then show up at the burials I don't mean to worry y'all but I
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
do Can't see myself get beat down my eyes swollen Mom's cryin' they don't know what happened, my pride's stolen If I ain't got my heat then I got a
Hell of a stink now J A D A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, I'm that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is comin
't know my n***a I ask myself the same s*** everyday How the f*** am I supposed to smile Life's real over here though Y'know Verse 2 (Styles P) Styles
one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that's what it feels like) You're my favorite drug (you're my favorite drug) [Styles P:] You're my favorite drug
Yeah, D-Block Styles P, you wit me dog? Hell yeah, let's get 'em, yeah Let's go You get smacked with the hammer, nigga play your position 'Fore rigor
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles
that I appear Oh the more, the more The more you try the eraser The more, the more The more that you appear (pharrell) g-r-i-p-p-i-n-p-i-n-e spell it
of my flavas Guerilla's, lions and tigers, they all of my neighbours Swinging from a vine, like step in my limelight My kids and my wife and my life got my
like a flame and so eternal do the same Stirring the pant and keeping it up to you Girl, that's my game and Mr. P Man, it's my name Give it to the gal
dona??t freestyle cuz my style aina??t free! Lyrical criminal most have battled for national, Soulja no limit but im not talking bout Master P Ia??m in my
what?) Paint the canvas givin you my vision To mold you compose you Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure Words out my cipher, the life of my
babe (I love ya babe) But man im in a daze (in the daze) Verse 1: Roscoe Dash Roscoe Dash! Got my V.I.P and my winning wife while my mind is like
