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[Styles P] Yeah, yeah, Ghost, hah Feel the kid, y'know? Ghost in the Machine nigga, time to come clean nigga Wanna touch the kid bring your infrared beam nigga Got to stay far cause none of y'all is close to me Most of you niggaz is butter, you know I keep a toast with me New York is way gone, I'ma be the one to get it back Try to stop the kid and get, popped in your fitted hat More respect than money, but fuck it I can live with that Ride around in luxury, but be where the Civics at Smokin haze, sippin 'gnac, gimme love I give it back Ride or die, two guns up, you can get with that The rage make me evil with the gift I'm mixin up the haze with the diesel with the piff, it's lit And niggaz rap funny so to me they seem humorous I bet they really bounce when the body count is numerous (You gon' bounce then) And there's nuttin you can do with this It come to bein street, we the niggaz that been true to this You softer than a blouse up in Bloomingdale's You probably wouldn't know what to do in jail You a bitch so you'd probably get screwed in jail But fuck jail, we here now, bitch nigga you a frail It's been a long time since I shot somethin And if I put you on your back nigga you not frontin SongtexteIt's been a long time since I stabbed somethin And if I take your life away nigga you have nuttin What? Y'know Ghost, time is money Poobs I don't even feel like talkin I might as well fuckin be out, YEAH! Aus Songtexte Mania