Bring Dem Ghost - Intellectual

[Chorus: Nino Man]

When I pull up they notice me

Got that bag on me, it ain't groceries

So fuck you mean, shit 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 fuck 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]

Fuck 'em all, couldn't use a better approach

On that hard shit, 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 niggas 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 shit fool you

You don't get the picture, let that 'gram shit fool you

Most of them niggas pussy, yeah I said it

They said they smokin' gas, but that shit ain't unleaded

Tell his mom suck a dick 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 dickhead if I ain't on your rap radar

Ghost kill niggas, soughta like the rap Adolf

Fuck ya money up, soughta like the rap Madoff

If you bet on dem other niggas 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 fuck him and his crew

Then I send a dirty bitch to go fuck him and his crew

Later on I kill him, like fuck him and his crew

Yeah I'm done with the shit, yeah fuck it boy I'm through

Ghost, nigga