Bring Dem Ghost

[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 [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