[Intro: Styles P]

Spaceghost!

Yea Poobs. Spaceghost, huh?

Im outta here!

SP, Bucky, Large Amount

[Verse 1: Bucky]

Ayo, I got the quatro in my Triple Five Souls

That leave exit wounds bout big as pot holes

If you dont want no problem, keep your fucking mouth closed

Rappers can't see me, like these niggas got on blind folds

I ryhme cold, cold hearted, flow retarded

Im from Philly where niggas will draw quicker than a artist

You just a artist

And you ain't hard, you the softest

Plus you ain't nice, your shit's novice

I spit marvelous

I spit sick shit, make a nigga get nauseaus

Better be cautious, cuz you dealing with some bosses

Kill you in your own crib, roll you up in yo carpet

Ain't no Ls being took over here. You better chalk it

Or get out-lined in it, nigga im demented

And plus my back pocket got a baby nine in it

These niggas is finished

They ain't making no noise

I'm the reason why the fiends stuff their straights with the joy

Here to sepereate the ape from the boys

I go to war with a sword and an iron mask on my face like in Troy

You get decapitated, for all that faggot shit you fabricated

I spit pain and you's a lame, i know you have to hate it

Raw Buck nigga, this is spittage at it's greatest

Any nigga step in my path gon get assassinated

[Verse 2: Styles P]

Poobs load up a beat

I light a blunt, load up the heat

And then I go and sit it on the board

On the roof with my bars tryna spit it at the Lord

Stars and the moon, yea I'm hard and a goon

But my hearts filled with hurt and my brain is consumed

Painful thoughts. Gainful thoughts

I need a little change and I'm willing to change of course

But the long hard road remains the course...

I travel

Raps underground Marvin Hagler, from the gravel

But I still got my sage bow and arrow

Some say I missed my just-do

But I just do what I have to, to touch you

Spirit and physical

Yea, I'm a real invidual

Drop alot of science

Name ring bells like a househould appliance

You could ask the giants

Been told y'all niggas that David killed Goliath

Say fuck the cops cuz I stand for defiance

Me and two guns make a real strong alliance

Might be losing now, but I bet you I'mma triumph

Yea, I'mma win again. Mad high, bent again

Outta state, tryna get cake like Entenmann's, Sara Lee

Who told the streets they could marry me?

No divorce of course, I run this shit appearantly

Ghost give you the word, it's a mother fucking guarantee

[Verse 3: Large Amount]

The game grimey, don't expect it to be safe

And your safe protect the money, but who's protecting the safe?

And who's protecting you? You start to question your faith

How you real, when everything that you representing is fake?

Seen you shake hands I never thought you would shake

When I was looking for love the devil sent me a snake

Betray me like Donnie did Lefty, I'll leave the clip empty

I don't pop in the air

I hold it down like Tony at the top of the stairs

Grind hard, hug the block, had it poppin for years

Lost homies, long story short: I'm tired of tears

Switched up, fell in love with the game and got married

Four fifth (.45) ridin Dirty like Harry

Your man clap what he don't carry

Me I get it in, tryna see my cream grow

Talk Craps, Black Jack, Celo, Bingo

Back at it. Oh yea, that's my jingle

Large in Neim (Neiman Marcus), Big Lean, let that thing go

Get my lingo, still rep Cinco Cinco!

Still negotiating with fiends

The only way to the cream, I'm only chasing a dream

So don't ask me what I sell or what I hustle

Go through hell so that my kids ain't got to struggle

I spit it because it's real and we armed with steel

S.P. light it up like Fire Marshall Bill

My nigga mow up OG niggas and all that

The spot like Sals Pizzeria but all black

Show you what I do wit a ball bat

Swing like Mr 3000, be wilin

Haters stay hatin, ladies say they stay stylin

Know how I eat, big plates of baked salmon

Forget about them plans you expecting to spoil

Yea the streets love Large, They respecting me loyal

I'm in the hood like I'm checking the oil

Yea, I get right, the homie you should get like

(That's fire on the lean)

(Outro: Styles P)

Poobs

Super Gangster: Extraordinary Gentleman

Album is crazy (Phantom)

SPACEGHOST!