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The Irishman
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Styles P
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Nicholas Craven, what up? Ghost time, yeah Let me get it in order Let me light up a quarter It's the Ghost, when I rhyme it's like walking on water I'm the sergeant of slaughter I'm the president of pain (President) You do what you order If it takes for you to gain (That's what it takes) We all gotta lose once in a while, can't win all the time And I ain't prayin' enough, but sin all the time (Sin all the time) And I ain't lyin' to you, cause I ain't lyin' to me I'm a lock, so I got interest in findin' the key (Locks) I ain't talkin' bout the white (Nah) I'm talkin' bout the light that you get from your third eye when you know that it shines bright And yeah, I'm lookin' up and I'm thinkin' of hindsight (I'm thinkin') I reflect on the block; I was spent with the nine twice ('flect) Know I'm on the list of the n***as that spit ill (You know) And you don't cross me or you get you a split grill When it dance, I'ma clap, I do it the windmill (I'ma clap) And you just got [?], n***a I been real, Ghost Holiday style, you know the business Put in my work, you might get put in a church I'ma stay blunted and red, with one in the head Call me S.P; bug over drug money, clappin' the D Do it holiday style, you know the business Put in my work, you might get put in a church I'ma stay blunted and red, with one in the head All I do is get high, and think of fading you all
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