[Styles P]
Yo Poobs! Ghost..
Poobs turn me up my ^!$$%

Time is money, Double R
D-Block, %#@!'s real


^!$$% it's the Ghost off the M.B.
I breathe off of liquor and weed and choose to be when the men sleep
I don't even pray with my eyes closed

Soulless screamin I know the demons, hide where the lies go
Try to fall back, off the lyrics with mysticism
Can't express myself, wild out and get shipped to prison

Got a lot of %#@! I could say
But it's kinda +Ludacris+ to make ^!$$%z "get out the way"
Kinda selfish if I make ^!$$%z get out and spray

Leave you helpless and the only thing you do is you pray, ^!$$%
%#@! is God-made, or man-made and machine-made
I don't want beef I want money, that's the green way

The pride overpower the brain
I won't die like a coward, muh'$#&@er I'm vain
I'm a gangsta in the car in the dirt and the chains

I've been hurt and in pain, and stood tall in this urban terrain
But a man must admit to his faults, I know mine
I'm the type that always wanna revolt (yeah)

If I can't kill a ^!$$% then I want an $$#ault (yeah)
%#@! hard, just listen to the bars %#@!'s makin ya {?}
Some ^!$$%z shiver and listen, no lie

Close your eyes it's the bigger division
Life or death nowadays is a ^!$$%'s decision, here's your jewels
When you make yours, just make sure you make it on the move

^!$$%

Yeah, Ghost, time is money

%#@!'s not a game
I ain't $#&@in around
Yo Poobs we out {Mario?}