Styles P - Get Your Dream Smash lyrics

[Intro] Two guns up n***a And a vest n***a, Big Fonz comin at you n***a Think you a gangsta n***a? I eat you boy Spit you out and throw you back up n***a Quick turn the lights out 'fore you get your dreams smashed [Styles P] Let's go Poobs S.P. the gunfire is rapid And I don't talk on the phone just in case that the feds tap it f** with me, you a lame, it's plain the game backwards I'ma put your brain where your front doormat is With the pump or the 9-M-M P harder than jail and your time ain't end Yeah, it's the Ghost motherf**er Cop P's off a block close to Post motherf**er And I went to Broadway for coke motherf**er And the block close to Preston for the dope motherf**er And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in Case you thought that I was not on the job Damn, you frontin for who n***a? Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n***a f** it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n***a 'Til a real n***a catch you then he leave you n***a Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off Frontin n***a, pull your Coupe off Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b**h what your life 'bout Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner n***a Two guns up, you a motherf**in goner n***a sh**, I'ma show you how to wrong a n***a Write a n***a swish on his face, straight Nike a n***a sh** goin down when, P don't like a n***a You ain't really hard, you just f**in actin hyper n***a What? (Yeah Poobs) The Ghost, I'm there n***a Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do