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styles p – the hardest كلمات اغاني

[intro: large professor]
yeah, it’s the ghost s_p
the g_o_d, az
x_p, it’s the ghost s_p
with the g_o_d, az (x_p)
s_p, 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 f_ck ’cause i be the hardest, n_gga
[hook: 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 n_ggas, 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 n_ggas holes for they reckless stares
’bout to bar n_ggas flows ’cause they rep ain’t there
they style is trash, the more cash, the less i care
i’m colder, real vulgar
k!ll bill with the blue steel in the holster
come no closer, got the game in a choka, blunt smoker
pretty hair, c_nt stroker, it’s brooklyn baby
motherf_ckers thought bush was crazy, k!ll ’em all
my marriage to the streets was annulled, i’m appalled
from the era where the real n_ggas 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
[hook: az]
i’m t_h_e_h_r_d_e_s_t, y’all don’t wanna see az
at any given minute n_gga liable to flip
you wanna pimp n_gga find you a b_tch i ain’t the one
s_o_s, that’s me
got a hundred hungry goons that’ll k!ll for free
and the same young n_gga that’ll torch your face
and suit up and come support at your wake
(hahaha) motherf_cker

[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

- styles p

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