| Yeah, its the Ghost SP
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| The G-O-D AZ
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| XP, it’s the Ghost SP
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| With the G-O-D AZ
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| SP, it’s the Ghost SP
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| With the G-O-D AZ
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| Hardest yeah, hardest
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| Yeah, it’s the hardest out
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| I’ma die for my cause, take the martyr route
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| Up North they talk about me when the yard is out
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| Can’t come through the hood on the mountain bike when cars is out
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| It’s the G-H-O-S-T, go in
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| I’m the P-H-A-N-T-O-M (Phantom)
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| Spit gems, blow him from his chin to his eyebrow
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| Trying to watching Beatstreet and Wildstyle
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| Get the feeling back
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| Whatever happen to realer rap?
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| Ask my man where the Tequila at
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| I’m from a hood where they peel ya cap
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| And you ain’t got a prize under
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| Word to the hoodie that my eyes under
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| Word to the hand that the gloves over
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| It’s all hate when the love’s over
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| Talk straight when a thug sober
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| But keep it quiet just shush
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| When you see me blowing kush on the push
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| Trying to get large dough
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| Ghost, Sosa and Large Pro
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| Why you think I got on my cargos
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| To put mad stacks in it
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| I burn your house with the plaques in it
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| And then I’m spraying the MAC in it
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| Your DJ is wack, burn his house with the wax in it
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| Never kick raps if you ain’t got facts in it
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| But regardless whatever your bars is
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| I don’t give a fuck 'cause I be the hardest, nigga
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| I’m T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T, you don’t wanna see SP
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| Everyday I wake up its like I’m liable to sin
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| Smoke haze in Bible paper swallowing gin
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| I’m G-H-O-S-T
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| I can crack the ground and make the clouds come down
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| Find me if you looking for trouble
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| Send a hundred niggas, I’ma bust a thousand rounds
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| The streets is mine
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| The East just fine
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| We drop jewels in our verbal, we reach the blind
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| We Badu with the earth food
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| Delete the swine, '92
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| How we merk you, it’s reaper time
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| No riffing, death is near, the checks is cleared
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| 'Bout to charge niggas holes for they reckless stares
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| 'Bout to bar niggas flows 'cause they rep ain’t there
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| They style is trash
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| The more cash, the less I care
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| I’m colder, real vulgar
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| Kill Bill with the blue steel in the holster
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| Come no closer, got the game in a choka, blunt smoker
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| Pretty hair, cunt stroker, it’s Brooklyn baby
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| Motherfuckers thought Bush was crazy, kill 'em all
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| My marriage to the streets was annulled, I’m appalled
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| From the era where the real niggas ball took cheddar
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| Broads even look much better I put pleasure
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| And stitch in every word
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| I’m the sickest ever heard
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| If you can’t get me richer I’ma kick you to the curb
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| Picture getting served on a yacht with Hors d’oeuvres
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| While the block still rock twenty G’s by the third
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| That’s my word
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| I’m T-H-E-H-R-D-E-S-T, y’all don’t wanna see AZ
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| At any given minute nigga liable to flip
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| You wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch I ain’t the one
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| S-O-S, that’s me
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| Got a hundred hungry goons that’ll kill for free
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| And the same young nigga that’ll torch your face
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| And suit up and come support at your wake
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| (Hahaha) motherfucker
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| Its the Ghost SP
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| The G-O-D AZ
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| XP, its the Ghost SP
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| With the G-O-D AZ
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| XP, with the G-O-D AZ
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| Hardest, yeah, hardest |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Hardest , by - AZ. Song from the album Undeniable, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп