YO 2 QB Styles P & Havoc

(Intro: Beat jammin hard af, Styles P)
You gotta keep your eyes open you know
Keep your ears open too, listen up

(Verse 1: Styles P)
It's a lot of sucker shit but I couldn't relate
To niggas yelling love with a heart full of hate
I'd rather you'd get an eight or a Hulk or a K (I rather you do that)
And meet me in the alley, my nigga, let's get it straight
I'm the Ghost so, I be on the delve when its late
The only thing sweet is the juice I sell
I am stone cold, I can ring medusas bell (ding)
Tell that bitch to bow down
I'm grеater than the king look in my eyеs, I'm fire
I done trooped through hell (fire)
Did some shit on my lonely
That you wouldn't believe (you wouldn't believe)
I ain't tryna bring a homie
Just some shit up my sleeve (just some shit)
Another one on my waist
If I hit up your face
You got a girl tell that bitch to get ready to grieve, yeah
This that old ghost on that rah rah
No cap rings on your cap and your Zaza
Shooter in the Maserati another in the Mazda