Styles P – Ghost Ship

You don’t really want me to stab at ’em
See, Lord, you a G, Lord
Ghost, nigga What up?
These niggas is jokes, so I laugh at ’em
But I kill ’em all, then I make emcee stew
[Verse 1]
And keep my name in the arguments

They ain’t never fight, full swing or a see-saw
[Outro]
Lyrically kill shit, nigga, no arguments
Riverside, nigga ride, yeah, I’m always up
I shoot they family down, I tear they hallway up
Cause most niggas don’t choose when to lose
Physically kill shit, nigga, no arguments
I’m a O.G., but I play these new niggas too
It’s a young man’s game, man
They just let it slide, that’s why they could never be your…
I say, ‘Fuck ’em all’ cause that’s what real emcees do
Master of ceremonies, I’m nice on the mike
Yeah, I rhyme, but at times I’m just recitin’ my life
You was touchin’ keys when these niggas was touchin’ keyboards
That’s why this new shit is new to me

Blowin’ on this kush while my East boon is schoolin’ me
And I use it ’til it’s time to be fool with a tune
You know Nas in the booth
I’m still playin’ Biggie and Jay Z
You ain’t got to say I’m the best, but just consider me
Cause I do that shit literally
G, you and this beef is on sight any night
He said, ‘True’, but most niggas just choose when to snooze
Put money on your head, real cheap, no bargainin’
I want to see the young niggas eat
I’m supposed to, I’m an O.G., nigga
[Intro]
Known when to sleep, nowhere to sleep
And if the West Side is packed, I take Broadway up
Yeah, I’m cool with jewel
Do that myself, I still make me pay me
Told them I’m always up
If they cut the alarm, you won’t hear ’em creep