Lyrics:
[Ghostface]
Yeah you are now listening to the sounds of Ghost Radio
777 FM, we in God dimension
Sponsored by Stark Enterprise
Shout out
him in with wheat call me beer brewer
Box him into a pack like a house mover
Run him down with the gang like old sooner
Twin glocks on my hip when I go
thangs
We don't settle nor keep change
In a battle we seek pain
Cause the chains are for sick man
Stinkmaner b!tch I'm blinded by paper
All of you
a second
Then I slip
A sleeping pill in my mouth
And slide into
States of depression
I'm guessing
It's a blessing to be here
Be clear
We don't need beer
We
tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin', "hell yeah, hell yeah"
Yeah, yeah (run the track)
I ain't see you
then you not alone
Stand in the line it's a mile long
And watch me achieve all these milestones
When they see you got it, they wanna be friends
Soon
the key, what would you do, E?
I'd be up in that motherfucker watchin' my latest video brought to you by
Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music
name be on
When you creepin' on the real with my word is bond
See catch me out in the night pouring style and form
And that venomous shit is
be relying
All my battles you be fighting
E be you that I run to
E be you that I call on
Every time that am low
You pick me up
You never let me down
-S-T, C-O-A-S-T
That's where the hydroponic with no seeds be
So don't trip when you see me on the TV, or my CD
And my eyes are really R-E-D
See the industry is
that I'm chasing ill find you
When you with me I'll give you all my time B
Double R seats when you hop up beside me
I pour up a four and she wanting five
at the sky by the pochers
buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
we dot the posters, the top postmokers
leaving the beer
Im and OG
cause I'm respected by the double OG's
Put in overtime like we went in double OT
Every time a Busta Rhyme don't know what its gonna be
Got
going fast forward
All of yall pussy a demon inside of me
Pushing the limit on my dashboard
All these mother fuckers wanna talk shit
Run up on me you
to g-e-t me
Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d
Fuckin' around with the B-i-g
They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass
a fling
Everybody act tough, till cuffs go clink
Got caught now you know that phone's are gonna ping
Don't follow the scripture, got all ya in sync
Chose
on a riot gear
Cause Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. is comin up hard
(What you think about the posse?) I think we see in a graveyard
I'm the rap criminal, comin from my
and I'ma run it
Do you want it? Maybe so, but just know, we're rolling spreads
You claim you want it but you need it just about as much as a hole in ya
to be
Runnin' this rap shit, it's WHMG
I wish a nigga would say hood in
The presence of a nigga that
Just don't give a fuck, you better level up
(Flash
The R.U.B.Y D-zy
Tipsy is this niggie, the d.o.double Gzy
Hit 'n run is my friend, sigidi Sniper is my name
Hot is my female we sip juice and gin
We're sipping
and
That's the joint
They got the real clear CD in.
She said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car.
I don't know what type of man ya are.
You might know karate
wanting you to listen to the
Dead silence in my defiance
I used to sin and be intrigued by violence
Now as I glimpse into the past
I thank God for your
in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From
with a suicide whore
There's no love in the
Streets and this blood
On my sneaks got suicide on them
Going everywhere you are not going
Doing everything
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