Styles P - Get Your Dream Smash lyrics

[Intro]

Two guns up nigga

And a vest nigga, Big Fonz comin at you nigga

Think you a gangsta nigga? I eat you boy

Spit you out and throw you back up nigga

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

Fuck 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 motherfucker

Cop P's off a block close to Post motherfucker

And I went to Broadway for coke motherfucker

And the block close to Preston for the dope motherfucker

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 nigga?

Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue nigga

Fuck it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you nigga

'Til a real nigga catch you then he leave you nigga

Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun

Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off

Frontin nigga, pull your Coupe off

Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out

Matter fact pop Crist', tell that bitch what your life 'bout

Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout

Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner nigga

Two guns up, you a motherfuckin goner nigga

Shit, I'ma show you how to wrong a nigga

Write a nigga swish on his face, straight Nike a nigga

Shit goin down when, P don't like a nigga

You ain't really hard, you just fuckin actin hyper nigga

What?

(Yeah Poobs)

The Ghost, I'm there nigga

Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do