Kill That Faggot Styles P

[Intro]
Liveson
The ghost

[Verse 1]
All the weed smoke bustin' my lungs
I'm in the whip, with the 8-dollar bottle only trustin' my gun
You would think I was born in the pot, the way my blood boil
Put ya brain in the dirt, and call it thug soil
Flow 'til your sick of me, what up?
So if yyour Catholic get ya' Rosary, Muslims get your thicker beads
Yeah that's a real thug
I like to pray when I'm high, the weed is my shek, the blunt is my prayer rug
P ain't got a religion
Yeah I believe in God, but I'm harder than the cops in the prison
And I'm glad that the L.O.X. made it
I'm in the parkin' lot, gun on my waist while I get intoxicated
You would be surprised all the drugs that I operated come through your block
We got beef, you cooperatin'
Ghost cuz' I'm outta this world
And I don't play, I blow the large intestine right outta your girl, what

[Chorus]
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Kill that faggot (What?)