Styles P - The Hardest lyrics

Artist: AZ f/ Large Professor, Styles P Album: Undeniable Song: The Hardest [Large Professor] Yeah its the ghost SP The G-O-D AZ SP, its the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ SP, its the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah hardest [Styles P] Yeah its the hardest out I'mma die for my cause, take the martyr route Up north they talk about me when the yard is out Can't come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out Its the G-H-O-S-T go in I'm the P-H-A-N-T-O-M Phantom Spit Jems blow hems from his chin to his eyebrow Trying to watching beat street and wildstyle Get the feeling back Whateva 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 loves over Talk straight when 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** cause I be the hardest n***a [Hook] Styles P: I'm T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T you don't wanna see SP Everyday I wake up its 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***as I'mma bust a thousand rounds [AZ] The streets is mine The east just fine We drop j**els in our verbal We reach the blind We badu with the earth food Delete the swine Nine two how we murk you its reaper time No riffing d**h is near the checks is cleared Bout to charge n***as holes for they reckless stares Bout to bar n***as flows cause they rep ain't there They style is trash The more cash the less I care I'm colder real vulgore k** bill with the blue steel in the holster Come no closer Got the game in a choka blunt smoker Pretty hair c*nt stroker its brooklyn baby Motherf**ers thought bush was crazy k**'em all My marriage to the streets was annulled I'mma ball From the era where the real n***as ball took cheddar Broads even look much better I put pleasure And stitch in every word I'm the sickest eva heard If you can't get me richer I'mma kick you to the curb Picture getting served on a yacht with orderve 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 ya'll don't wanna see AZ At any given minute n***a liable to flip You wanna pimp n***a find you a b**h I ain't the one I'm S-O-S thats me Got a hundred hungry goons that'll k** for free Same young n***a that'll torch your face Suite up and come support at your wake motherf**er [Large Professor] Yeah its the ghost SP The G-O-D AZ SP, its the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ SP, its the ghost SP With the G-O-D AZ Hardest yeah hardest