[Large Professor:]
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Yeah it's the ghost SP
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The G-O-D AZ
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SP, it's the ghost SP
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With the G-O-D AZ
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SP, it's the ghost SP
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With the G-O-D AZ
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Hardest yeah hardest
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[Styles P:]
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Yeah it's the hardest out
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I'm a die for my cause, take the martyr route
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Up north they talk about me when the yard is out
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Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
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It's the G-H-O-S-T go in
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I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M Phantom
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Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow
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Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle
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Get the feeling back
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Whateva happen to realer rap
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Ask my man where the tequila at
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I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap
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And you ain't got a prize under
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Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
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Word to the hand that the gloves over
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It's all hate when the loves over
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Talk straight when thug sober
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But keep it quiet just shush
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When you see me blowing kush on the push
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Trying to get large dough
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Ghost Sosa and Large Pro
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Why you think I got on my cargos
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To put mad stacks in it
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I burn your house with the plaques in it
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And then I'm spraying the mac in it
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Your dj is wack burn his house with the wax in it
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Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it
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But regardless whatever your bars is
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I don't give a fuck cause I be the hardest nigga
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[Hook:]
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[Styles P:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP
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Everyday I wake up it's like I'm liable to sin
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Smoke haze in bible paper swallowing gin
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I'm G-H-O-S-T
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I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
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Find me if you looking for trouble
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Send a hundred niggas I'm a bust a thousand rounds
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[AZ:]
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The streets is mine
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The east just fine
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We drop jewels in our verbal
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We reach the blind
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We badu with the earth food
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Delete the swine
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Nine two how we murk you it's reaper time
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No riffing
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Death is near the checks is cleared
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Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares
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Bout to bar niggas flows cause they rep ain't there
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They style is trash
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The more cash the less I care
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I'm colder real vulgore
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Kill bill with the blue steel in the holster
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Come no closer
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Got the game in a choka blunt smoker
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Pretty hair cunt stroker it's brooklyn baby
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Motherfuckers thought bush was crazy kill'em all
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My marriage to the streets was annulled I'm a ball
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From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar
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Broads even look much better I put pleasure
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And stitch in every word
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I'm the sickest eva heard
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If you can't get me richer I'm a kick you to the curb
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Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve
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While the block still rock twenty g's by the third
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That's my word
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[Hook:]
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[AZ:] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T ya'll don't wanna see AZ
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At any given minute nigga liable to flip
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You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one
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I'm S-O-S that's me
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Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free
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Same young nigga that'll torch your face
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Suite up and come support at your wake motherfucker
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[Large Professor:]
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Yeah it's the ghost SP
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The G-O-D AZ
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SP, it's the ghost SP
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With the G-O-D AZ
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SP, it's the ghost SP
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With the G-O-D AZ
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Hardest yeah hardest
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The Hardest
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AZ |