What, Why, Where, When (featuring Styles) - DJ Envy
The Ghost, Desert Storm
DJ Envy, feel me f**k with us
What's up? (C'mon man!)
If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it (uh-uh)
Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets
Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps (lose 'em)
Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats (Yeah!)
With some Brooklyn b**s that'll boost for weeks (boost)
So you know I stay fresh for days (fresssh)
Tote the gun in your mouth, 'til your death is just a breath away
You alone like "The Castaway"
Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude
Then you pass away (that's it)
They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here?
You ain't seen me comin?
Told your man that the coast was clear
Now I'm tearin off both your ears
Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear
Y'all "Scarface" niggaz, Sosa here
So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here
They ain't tell you that I Ryde or Die?
Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive
S**t, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo
I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow
I play too much
I waste too much
You must to come to drink
I waste too much
And now I save too much
Dad double and dad
And everybody play the daches
What
You know what?
I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame
And everybody's so b**t
You know why?
Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die
And everyday I'm so high
You know where?
Right in they crib in front of they kids
I feel I gotta go there
You know when?
I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns
Or join up in Gold's Gym
I buy back haze just to get me weeded
One cornballjust to get me heated
ListenI am not playin
He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow
And he gon' see the shots sprayin
Wrong end of the barrel
Too bad but, I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas Carol
If I run out of bullets
The Ghost is a Sage', and I don't ever miss with arrows
Got a old, old soul; I miss the pharaohs
I am too deep for you, street for you
Wanna f**k with S.P. I'll bring the heat to you
Five niggaz holdin tec's on a creek for you
Make the whole family weep for you
Too bad that, they was too sad
But you was a scumbag
What.. and that's why you f**n with dickheads
If they drive through the block I'm turnin the whip red
Y'all better keep shiftin ahead
Fore I take your nose off, put your lips in the head
And all the fiends call me the pusher
But if you see my knife work
Then you call me the butcher
And it ain't no meat I cut
I'm S.P. listen dawg, I run every street I touch
And you oughta come f**k with the Ghost
I got butter open your mouth
See if you could f**k with the toast
You know what?
I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame
And everybody's so b**t
You know why?
Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die
And everyday I'm so high
You know where?
Right in they crib in front of they kids
I feel I gotta go there
You know when?
I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns
Or join up in Gold's Gym
You know what?
I'm takin over the game cause niggaz is lame
And everybody's so b**t
You know why?
Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die
And everyday I'm so high
You know where?
Right in they crib in front of they kids
I feel I gotta go there
You know when?
I ain't tellin you niggaz so load up your guns
Or join up in Gold's Gym
It's the People Choice, DJ Envy
Blok Party, Desert Storm Mixtape, Volume 1
