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[Styles]The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!}DJ Envy, feel me nigga, fuck with us niggaWhattup? {C`mon man!}If it`s a gun I don`t mind to pull it (uh-uh)Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bulletsKnow S.P.`ll lose your peeps (lose `em)Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!}With some Brooklyn bitches that`ll boost for weeks (boost)So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh)Tote the gun in your mouth, `til your death is just a breath awayYou alone like "The Castaway"Listen dawg, if you ain`t pass a dude then you pass away (that`s it)They ain`t tell you that the Ghost was here?You ain`t seen me comin?Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain`t clear)Now I`m tearin off both your ears (both)Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tearY`all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here (boss)So the army and the coke are here, we loc` out here (crazy)They ain`t tell you that I +Ryde or Die+?Thirty niggaz on your block, only five aliveShit, they ain`t tell you that I`m harder than Brillo (whattup)I`ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (shit)I don`t play too much, I weigh too muchAnd when it comes to the drugs, I wait too muchAnd I don`t say too much, I spray too muchStep over the dead body then I blaze the dutchWhat? {What!} My niggaz {Envy!}[Chorus: Styles]You know what?I`m takin over the game cause niggaz is lame and everybody`s so buttYou know why?Cause I feel I could, I +Ryde or Die+ and everyday I`m so highYou know where?Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go thereYou know when?I ain`t tellin you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold`s Gym[Styles]{Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weededOne cornball nigga just to get me heated (one)Listen nigga I am not playin (uh-uh)He gon` know, the .3 gon` blow and he gon` see the shots sprayinWrong end of the barrel (wrong end)Too bad but, I`ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong)If I run out of bulletsThe Ghost is a Sage`, and I don`t ever miss with arrowsGot a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohsI am too deep for you, street for you (deep)Wanna fuck with S.P. I`ll bring the heat to you (bring it)Five niggaz holdin tec`s on a creek for youMake the whole family weep for youToo bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag (scumbag)What.. and that`s why you fuckin with dickheadsIf they drive through the block I`m turnin the whip red {C`mon!}Y`all better keep shiftin ahead`Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the headAnd all the fiends call me the pusherBut if you see my knife work then you call me the butcherAnd it ain`t no meat I cutI`m S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touchAnd you oughta come fuck with the Ghost (c`mon)I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast[Chorus] - 2X{Envy ad libs shoutouts to Ruff Ryders}[DJ Envy]It`s the People Choice, DJ EnvyBlok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1

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