Styles P - Ghost The Man lyrics

[Styles P] Ghost in the Machine! This part is the movie part, y’knahmsayin? Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol Feel this motherf*ckin movie Parts 3 and 4 comin soon You don’t like me f*ck you it’s more than enough shots for ya Your man ridin wit’chu bet he gettin shot for ya I got some hand grenades n*gga but they not for ya They for some other sh*t My man got robbed out of town and I told him I could cover it He younger than me and wilder than me He wanna kidnap a mother I said n*gga you on some other sh*t Slow down young’n, we gon’ get your revenge When the sh*t get real we got to go down gunnin Said he got a set of grenades he got from Jamaican n*ggas Said he goin through there and e’rything and shake a n*gga n*gga you buggin out We gon’ get that money and the work back, then we gon’ slug it out Slow down soldier, keep your composure Stay quiet and close, then strike like a cobra You can’t attack now, they expectin you you pushy n*gga Give it 2 weeks, and they gon’ think you p**y n*gga I guarantee you that they Eagles is big So we gon’ show them n*ggas how, evil we is And we don’t give a f*ck how diesel they is Cause they all break down when the Eagle get lit He young, get me thirsty but he listenin Plus he know my M.O. so I ain’t bullsh*ttin him Besides we was half on the work I get it he knock it off you do the math it could work But bein with the wrong driver on the wrong ride Is guaranteed to get a f*ckin pa**enger hurt sh*t You don’t get it but you will in a minute Told shorty to come home and just chill for a minute It’s been a long time we ain’t build in a minute He been deep down South keepin it trill for a minute Now he back home, gettin his mack on 645i sittin on black chrome I’m thinkin to myself, damn shorty mature Got a hundred worth of ice, purple label velour We got a dutch and we blowin it in front of the store He asked how I was doin, who was in the studio Which hood n*ggas was frontin, tryin to make a movie though Block still buggin out, told a n*gga truly yo f*ck rap, I need to get a movie like Coolio Then he blurted out they got us for six figures Kicked down the door and he counted out 6 n*ggas A b*tch told him who did it, I told him the sh*t figures Gimme 2 weeks and just bring me the get-wit’er