The Hardest

[Intro: Large Professor] Yeah, it's the Ghost SP The G-O-D AZ XP, it's the Ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ (XP) SP, with the G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah, hardest [Verse 1: Styles P] Yeah, it's the hardest out I'ma die for my cause, take the martyr route Up North they talk about me when the yard is out You can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out It's the G-H-O-S-T, go in I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M (Phantom) Spit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow Trying to watching Beatstreet and Wildstyle Get the feeling back, whatever happen to realer rap? Ask my man where the Tequila at I'm from a hood where they peel ya cap And you ain't got a prize under Word to the hoodie that my eyes under Word to the hand that the gloves over It's all hate when the love's over Talk straight when a thug sober, but keep it quiet just shush When you see me blowing kush on the push Trying to get large dough, Ghost, Sosa and Large Pro Why you think I got on my cargos To put mad stacks in it, I burn your house with the plaques in it And then I'm spraying the MAC in it Your DJ is wack, burn his house with the wax in it Never kick raps if you ain't got facts in it But regardless whatever your bars is I don't give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga [Chorus: Styles P] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T You don't wanna see SP Everyday I wake up, it's like I'm liable to sin Smoke haze in Bible paper, swallowing gin I'm G-H-O-S-T I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down Find me if you looking for trouble Send a hundred niggas, I'ma bust a thousand rounds [Verse 2: AZ] The streets is mine, the East just fine We drop jewels in our verbal, we reach the blind We Badu with the earth food, delete the swine, '92, how we merk you, it's reaper time No riffing, death is near, the checks is cleared 'Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares 'Bout to bar niggas flows 'cause they rep ain't there They style is trash, the more cash, the less I care I'm colder, real vulgar Kill Bill with the blue steel in the holster Come no closer, got the game in a choka, blunt smoker Pretty hair, cunt stroker, it's Brooklyn baby Motherfuckers thought Bush was crazy, kill 'em all My marriage to the streets was annulled, I'm appalled From the era where the real niggas ball, took cheddar Broads even look much better I put pleasure And stitch in every word, I'm the sickest ever heard If you can't get me richer I'ma kick you to the curb Picture getting served on a yacht with Hors d'oeuvres While the block still rock twenty G's by the third That's my word [Chorus: AZ] I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T, y'all don't wanna see AZ At any given minute nigga liable to flip You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain't the one S-O-S, that's me Got a hundred hungry goons that'll kill for free And the same young nigga that'll torch your face And suit up and come support at your wake (Hahaha) motherfucker [Outro: Large Professor] It's the Ghost SP The G-O-D AZ XP, it's the Ghost SP (XP) XP, With the G-O-D AZ XP, with the G-O-D AZ Hardest, yeah, hardest