Get Your Dream Smash lyrics

[Intro]
Two guns up n*gga
And a vest n*gga, Big Fonz comin at you n*gga
Think you a gangsta n*gga? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up n*gga
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
f*ck 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 motherf*cker
Cop P's off a block close to Post motherf*cker
And I went to Broadway for coke motherf*cker
And the block close to Preston for the dope motherf*cker
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 n*gga?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n*gga
f*ck it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n*gga
'Til a real n*gga catch you then he leave you n*gga
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off
Frontin n*gga, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b*tch what your life 'bout
Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner n*gga
Two guns up, you a motherf*ckin goner n*gga
sh*t, I'ma show you how to wrong a n*gga
Write a n*gga swish on his face, straight Nike a n*gga
sh*t goin down when, P don't like a n*gga
You ain't really hard, you just f*ckin actin hyper n*gga
What?
(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there n*gga
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do