Ghost Wars lyrics

by

Styles P


[Intro]
You f*ck with it, f*ck with it
You don't, f*ck you, it don't matter anyway
Word, n*gga
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Who gettin' it first?
You gon' be the one that get it the worst
Yeah, these rap n*ggas is pus*y, you oughtta get 'em a purse
If they try me, you just oughtta get 'em a hearse
'Cause the Ghost back, told you that's it's Holiday time
I'm the illest out, are these n*ggas out of they mind?
Let me reintroduce myself, I'm pain's brother
If I'm kickin' a rhyme, I'm flames, brother
Every rapper under the sun, whoever the rain covers could get it
Yeah, I'm with it, I was never a sane brother
I told you I'm a lyric assassin
When it comes to the craft, I will kill you for passion
n*ggas rhyme whack, other n*ggas is laughin'
You on the wrong wave, need to get you a captain
Yeah, n*gga, hop on that Ghost ship
Heard what you sayin' but it wasn't no dope sh*t
It wasn't legal money, then I'd be in a dope flips
I'm Ghost, kid
[Chorus]
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)

[Verse 2]
Ever pray to God for some wrong sh*t?
Like the coke plug come with some strong sh*t?
Gun runners come with some long sh*t
Kiss is Jason, I'm on some Bourne sh*t
Sheek is Sean, I'm on some Price sh*t
Loadin' up, yellin' out P before I light sh*t
If it wasn't for rap, it'd be that white sh*t
On the corner yellin' out the product and the prices
We hustlin' hard, we on the night shift
Hunnidd percent, n*ggas is hood-made
School of Hard Knocks, you alive, that's a good grade
Me and eight n*ggas, that's a good fade
All I need is a pair of brass knuckles and a good blade
African n*gga born in America
f*ckin' you up, bet you I bury you
Ignorant n*gga causing hysteria
[Chorus]
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)

[Verse 3]
Yeah
Like I give a f*ck
You don't know Ghost, homie, I give it up
Vacate all the time, I live it up
Step up on your block; strapped, I sig it up
You could pass the aux cord, I'll BIG it up
n*ggas is sleep, but f*ck it, I'll get 'em up
You could pass the strap, yeah, I'll hit 'em up
Yeah, I'm Ghost, smell the smoke because I lit it up
GHOST!

[Chorus]
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)
Like I give a f*ck
n*ggas sayin' they top five, like I give a f*ck
We can let shots fly, like I give a f*ck
They could die or not die, like I give a f*ck (yeah)
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