[Styles P]
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Yo Poobs! Ghost..
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Poobs turn me up my nigga
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Time is money, Double R
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D-Block, shit's real
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Nigga it's the Ghost off the M.B.
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I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
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I don't even pray with my eyes closed
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Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go
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Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
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Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison
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Got a lot of shit I could say
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But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make niggaz "get out the way"
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Kinda selfish if I make niggaz get out and spray
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Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, nigga
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Shit is God-made, or man-made and machine-made
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I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way
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The pride overpower the brain
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I won't die like a coward, muh'fucker I'm vain
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I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains
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I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
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But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine
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I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)
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If I can't kill a nigga then I want an assault (yeah)
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Shit hard, just listen to the bars shit's makin ya {?}
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Some niggaz shiver and listen, no lie
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Close your eyes it's the bigger division
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Life or death nowadays is a nigga's decision, here's your jewels
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When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move
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Nigga
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Yeah, Ghost, time is money
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Shit's not a game
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I ain't fuckin around
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Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}
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Soldiers' Song
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| Styles P |
