Styles P Get Your Dream Smash Lyrics

[Intro]
Two guns up n____
And a vest n____, Big Fonz comin at you n____
Think you a gangsta n____? I eat you boy
Spit you out and throw you back up n____
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
f___ 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 m_________er
Cop P's off a block close to Post m_________er
And I went to Broadway for c__e m_________er
And the block close to Preston for the dope m_________er
And I can name spots that I robbed, work I put in
Case you thought that I was not on the job
d___, you frontin for who n____?
Big Mike, Green Lan', Kay Slay or the Clue n____
f___ it keep frontin cause the fans gon' believe you n____
'Til a real n____ catch you then he leave you n____
Me I'm in the streets of New York, me and my gun
Run up on P I'll shoot your shoes off
Frontin n____, pull your Coupe off
Ice your watch out, floss stacks when they pullin them dice out
Matter fact pop Crist', tell that b____ what your life 'bout
Invite her to the studio to see what you write 'bout
Sheeit, but I'll be comin round the corner n____
Two guns up, you a m_________in goner n____
s___, I'ma show you how to wrong a n____
Write a n____ swish on his face, straight Nike a n____
s___ goin down when, P don't like a n____
You ain't really hard, you just f___in actin hyper n____
What?

(Yeah Poobs)
The Ghost, I'm there n____
Time is money comin soon, feel what I'm tryin to do