Bring Dem Ghost lyrics

[Chorus: Nino Man]
When I pull up they notice me
Got that bag on me, it ain't groceries
So f*ck you mean, sh*t is slow for me
All dem goons you see, they let it go for me
Cause we ring dem things we ring dem things
So f*ck your plug, we fling dem things
Treinta y ocho, beams and things
Your team don't come through like Kingdome games
We ring dem things we ring dem things
We ring dem things we bring dem things

[Verse 1: Styles P]
f*ck 'em all, couldn't use a better approach
On that hard sh*t, nobody do it better than Ghost
43, put a .44 dead at your throat
Is he lying? What he sellin, sellin better than dope
I was thinking of quitting rap just chillin and kickin back
But if n*ggas is gonna kick it I wish they had kicked the facts
Every rhyme with a great MC, he killed the track
Send the top 10 rappers alive to kill a pack
The Phantom'll still kill 'em don't let that plant sh*t fool you
You don't get the picture, let that 'gram sh*t fool you
Most of them n*ggas pus*y, yeah I said it
They said they smokin' gas, but that sh*t ain't unleaded
Tell his mom suck a di*k and I still won't feel threatened
When it comes to the streets I'ma nuclear weapon
Seen it all too clear, get loose and I'm prepping
But I'ma tryna make a change sellin' juice, do you get it
Are you familiar with my past, I'm familiar with a mask
I'm familiar with a blast after that make a dash
All love shout to Rap Radar
But you a di*khead if I ain't on your rap radar
Ghost kill n*ggas, soughta like the rap Adolf
f*ck ya money up, soughta like the rap Madoff
If you bet on dem other n*ggas you gonna lose
I rhyme, I'm out the booth or I shoot 'em out their shoes
Alarm is off snooze, everybody gotta lose
It's the rap bill collector, everybody pay their dues
Who you think is better, tell you f*ck him and his crew
Then I send a dirty b*tch to go f*ck him and his crew
Later on I kill him, like f*ck him and his crew
Yeah I'm done with the sh*t, yeah f*ck it boy I'm through
Ghost, n*gga
[Chorus: Nino Man]
When I pull up they notice me
Got that bag on me, it ain't groceries
So f*ck you mean, sh*t is slow for me
All dem goons you see, they let it go for me
Cause we ring dem things we ring dem things
So f*ck your plug, we fling dem things
Treinta y ocho, beams and things
Your team don't come through like Kingdome games
We ring dem things we ring dem things
We ring dem things we bring dem things