What, Why, Where, When (featuring Styles) (Album Version)

歌詞

The Ghost, Desert Storm, DJ Envy Feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga Whattup? If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks So you know I stay fresh for days Tote the gun in your mouth, tell you death is just a breath away You alone like The Castaway Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here? You ain't seen me comin'? Told your man that the coast was clear Now I'm tearin' off both your ears Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear Y'all scarface niggaz, Sosa here So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here They ain't tell you that I Ryde or Die? Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow I don't play too much, I weigh too much And when it comes to the drugs, I weigh too much And I don't say too much, I spray too much Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch, what? My niggaz You know what? I'm takin' over the game 'cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt You know why? 'Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die and everyday I'm so high You know where? Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there You know when? I ain't tellin' you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym I buy back haze just to get me weeded One cornball nigga just to get me heated Listen nigga I am not playin' He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin' Wrong end of the barrel Too bad but I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas carol If I run out of bullets The ghost is a sag and I don't ever miss with arrows Got a old, old soul, I miss the pharaohs I am too deep for you, street for you Wanna fuck with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you Five niggaz holdin' Tec's on a creek for you Make the whole family weep for you Too bad that, they was too sad but you was a scumbag What? And that's why you fuckin' with dickheads If they drive through the block I'm turnin' the whip red Y'all better keep shiftin' ahead 'Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head And all the fiends call me the pusher But if you see my knife work then you call me the butcher And it ain't no meat I cut I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch And you oughta come fuck with the ghost I got butter open your mouth, see if you could fuck with the toast You know what? I'm takin' over the game 'cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt You know why? 'Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die and everyday I'm so high You know where? Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there You know when? I ain't tellin' you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym You know what? I'm takin' over the game 'cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt You know why? 'Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die and everyday I'm so high You know where? Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there You know when? I ain't tellin' you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym It's the people's choice, DJ Envy Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1