[Intro]
Two guns up ^!$$%
And a vest ^!$$%, Big Fonz comin at you ^!$$%

Think you a gangsta ^!$$%? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up ^!$$%
Quick turn the lights out 'fore you get your dreams smashed


[Styles P]
Let's go Poobs

S.P. the gunfire is rapid
And I don't talk on the phone just in case that the feds tap it
$#&@ with me, you a lame, it's plain the game backwards

I'ma put your brain where your front doormat is
With the pump or the 9-M-M
P harder than jail and your time ain't end

Yeah, it's the Ghost mother$#&@er
Cop P's off a block close to Post mother$#&@er
And I went to Broadway for !@%!e mother$#&@er

And the block close to Preston for the dope mother$#&@er
And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in
Case you thought that I was not on the job

Damn, you frontin for who ^!$$%?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue ^!$$%
$#&@ it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you ^!$$%

'Til a real ^!$$% catch you then he leave you ^!$$%
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off

Frontin ^!$$%, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that (*##$ what your life 'bout

Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner ^!$$%
Two guns up, you a mother$#&@in goner ^!$$%

%#@!, I'ma show you how to wrong a ^!$$%
Write a ^!$$% swish on his face, straight Nike a ^!$$%
%#@! goin down when, P don't like a ^!$$%

You ain't really hard, you just $#&@in actin hyper ^!$$%
What?


(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there ^!$$%
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do