| Ghost
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| Vinny Idol nigga
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| YEAH~! |
| Flipsyde
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| + (Styles P)
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| And I’m gonna burn one down (gonna burn.)
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| Burn one down (this song. the fuck.)
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| And I’m gonna burn one down (DOWN. YEAH!)
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| Burn one down
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| I don’t care if it’s a blunt or a mic right
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| If it’s daytime I’m lookin forward to night lights
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| Real street cat, but you know that I’m nice right
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| And I ain’t got to cram, but in a minute I might write
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| And I don’t want that, I want somethin that burn long
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| A lot of money and a long career that could earn strong
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| Burn one down this time with the Flipsyde
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| Burn one down for the homies with sick rides
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| Burn one down; |
| I’m the one that put the fire on the track
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| I’m the +Ghost+, so I got the hood, +ridin+ on my back
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| Ain’t no front door, I’m the one slidin through the back
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| You want heat? |
| I’m the one that’s providin you with that
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| What? |
| Nigga
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| + (Styles P)
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| And I’m gonna burn one down
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| (Set or strip, it’s money to get, nigga) Burn one down
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| And I’m gonna burn one down
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| (Dutch or wood, club or hood, nigga) Burn one down
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| And I’m gonna burn one down
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| (Mic on rapid, know what I’m after, nigga) Burn one down
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| And I’m gonna burn one down
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| (Crew or click, wheover you get, nigga) Burn one down
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| Third one down; |
| if you in the top five rappers
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| Then you should be a concerned one now
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| I take anybody, one turn, one round
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| Just to get the crown, keep your round on the ground
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| None of y’all is big, not to be funny but
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| None of y’all is Big, keep talkin that king shit
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| None of y’all can live, cause I be on the streets where
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| None of y’all is, it’s funny y’all is
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| Talkin 'bout how much money y’all get
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| But I’m 'bout to show the game how cruddy I get
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| Burn one down like a log in the fireplace
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| Whoever think they’re the king well come along and try the ace
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| Yeah, nigga~!
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| Burn an MC like an arsonist
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| Tell him I’m the hardest in the game when he market it
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| Seven-six-oh, L.I. |
| and it’s carpeted
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| Five blunts rolled right up where the locket is, YEAH
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| Is that so ill, I spit like the flames
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| Out the back of the Batmobile; |
| yeah I rap but
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| You gon' be a rat fo' real, D-Block
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| Double R nigga clap yo' steel
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| Burn one down, in a dutch or a wood or a Swisher Sweet
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| If it’s goin down watch the whole hood lift the heat
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| And I’mma blow cause it’s my turn now
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| Pass the dutch motherfucker, I’mma burn one down
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| Yeah! |