Styles P - Untouchable Ghost / Ghost Walls lyrics

[Part 1: "Untouchable Ghost"] I can talk but would you listen to me You can listen but would I talk to you The apple is [?] well that's New York for you Your food on the menu, they put a fork through you There's a difference with you and I Cause I be prayin' to live, them be prayin' to die Do you think about the crib and the family staying inside Do you think about the wicked and n***as spraying inside For acting like you fly when you ain't got wings In the land of the peasants where we ain't got kings So I knock Push and get [?] with it Cause you say you the king, n***as is in your palace with it Take your queen from you, that'd get you Life is like chess in the lobby and Bobby Fisher Well I used to be, now they talking juice to me Eatin' right, sets on the bar, n***a sleepin' right They gon' say I'm evil like [?] and Osama Cause I been slangin' work since Ragan and Obama And the rest [?] like West [?] with more drama Then the hills have eyes Got me staring at the money like the bills have eyes You could see that you were sick if the pills have eyes Now who am I to judge, It's all love, I been weak too Couple shots ,half a perc, I been geeked too Lil n***a I'm tryna reach you I'm complete when I'm [?] too Beware of the people that's underneath you They dance with the devil n***as is hungry, they wanna feast too Watch for the streets, them sh**s'll teach you [Part 2: "Ghost Walls"] If these walls could talk And if walls could talk And the project halls could talk They would tell you [?] Who work from here to Baltimore That's the old me, this the new me Still keep it ghetto, I'm raised off of Coogi [?], brown Timbs on He ain't BIG, said he was king sh** he been wrong My opinion, my deminion Anywhere I'm at, [?] start the engine Get to ridin', get to dyin' Hundred blunts lit, my n***as get to flying One third of the three thirds Hear the pain the ad-libs and reverbs Been G'd up, better do your research Searchin' [?] even when the beast work Nice hand [?] my feet work Goon n***a but I still let the heat work [?] you better slow down now Tell these lil n***as what you know right now Word up, you should nerd up Rap n***as ain't throw a bird up Ain't nothing wrong with that Ain't nothing cool with cuffs Ain't nothing strong with stacks At your lawyer every week, yeah I'm off of that Yeah, I'm on to bigger sh**, I do more than rap I'm the mic k**er, I'm the night k**er I'm the safe k**er, I'm the night thriller We eat together, I'm tight with ya You disrespecting, I'll fight with ya Win, lose, or draw sh** I always ride first, f** choosin' straw n***a