Styles P - What, Why, Where, When lyrics

The Ghost, Desert Storm {New, Styles P!} DJ Envy, feel me n***a, f** with us n***a Whattup? {C'mon man!} If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh) Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em) Come through in a bullsh** hoopty with the Gucci seats {Yeah!} With some Brooklyn b**hes that'll boost for weeks (boost) So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh) Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your d**h is just a breath away You alone like 'The Castaway' Listen dawg, if you ain't pa** a dude then you pa** away (that's it) They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here? You ain't seen me comin? Told your man that the coast was clear (it ain't clear) Now I'm tearin off both your ears (both) Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear Y'all 'Scarface' n***as, Sosa here (boss) So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here (crazy) They ain't tell you that I +Ryde or Die+? Thirty n***as on your block, only five alive sh**, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo (whattup) I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow (sh**) I don't play too much, I weigh too much And when it comes to the d**, I wait too much And I don't say too much, I spray too much Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch What? {What!} My n***as {Envy!} You know what? I'm takin over the game cause n***as is lame and everybody's so bu*t 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 n***as so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym {Desert Storm!} I buy back haze just to get me weeded One cornball n***a just to get me heated (one) Listen n***a I am not playin (uh-uh) He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin Wrong end of the barrel (wrong end) Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol (ding dong) If I run out of bullets The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows Got a old, old soulI miss the pharaohs I am too deep for you, street for you (deep) Wanna f** with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you (bring it) Five n***as 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 (scumbag) What and that's why you f**in with dickheads If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red {C'mon!} 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 f** with the Ghost (c'mon) I got bu*ter open your mouth, see if you could f** with the toast You know what? I'm takin over the game cause n***as is lame and everybody's so bu*t 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 n***as so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym You know what? I'm takin over the game cause n***as is lame and everybody's so bu*t 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 n***as so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym It's the People Choice, DJ Envy Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1