Ghost Kill Styles P (Ft. Nino Man)

[Intro: Styles P]
Oobie, let's go
You know I gotta do somethin' a little different
From the East but I'ma beast
I gotta release
What up to the G's
What up the suckas
It wouldn't be G's if it wasn't for suckas
Love to all
Ghost

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Niggas wanna speak my name, owe me to smack 'em
Make sure they don't speak the same
Lyrics crack the speaker frame
Joy lay beneath the pain
Ether in the vein, sick brain, yeah, Spain
So us niggas don't speak the same (we don't speak the same)
Thinkin' 'bout the path, you just thinkin' 'bout your sneaker game
Fuck about this industry, call me when that reefer came
Fuck about that top five, I'm just in that drop five
When I'm in it, you get finished
Hit that spinach like I'm Popeye
Catch 'em at that stop sign, hit 'em with that Glock nine
I'ma big boy [?]
Killer Mike, when them G's if you got time
You could die, he could die, we could die
Eye'll fly, teeth'll fly, but call me if you need a pie
We could put that beef aside, somethin' that is sweet
Put your street aside
Indeed am I super G, just bring a little weed to light
Don't talk about no rapper shit, somebody gon' bleed tonight
It's my house, a dead emcee is the deed tonight
Ghost