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Styles P - Ghost Stories lyrics
[Styles P]
 Ghost in the Machine!
 This part is the movie part, y'knahmsayin?
 Directed by me, produced by Vinny Idol
 Feel this motherfuckin movie
 Parts 3 and 4 comin soon
 You don't like me fuck 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 nigga but they not for ya
 They for some other shit
 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 nigga you on some other shit
 Slow down young'n, we gon' get your revenge
 When the shit get real we got to go down gunnin
 Said he got a set of grenades he got from Jamaican niggaz
 Said he goin through there and e'rything and shake a nigga
 Nigga 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 nigga
 Give it 2 weeks, and they gon' think you pussy nigga
 I guarantee you that they Eagles is big
 So we gon' show them niggaz how, evil we isStyles P - Ghost Stories - http://motolyrics.com/styles-p/ghost-stories-lyrics.html
 And we don't give a fuck 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 bullshittin 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 fuckin passenger hurt shit
 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 niggaz was frontin, tryin to make a movie though
 Block still buggin out, told a nigga truly yo
 Fuck 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 niggaz
 A bitch told him who did it, I told him the shit figures
 Gimme 2 weeks and just bring me the get-wit'er















