Stay Focused Lyrics - Styles P

the ghost is deeper then most is 

leave out the house grab the toasters stuck in the sofa 

pop in the clip, hop in the whip 

tryna get the last drop 'fore the drip 

hoody time, any hood ride, fall back and get good and high 

where the phone at, next to the cogn'yac 

bring your chrome at wherever you bone at 

its on black, but you shouldve known that 

i hit a dutch, hit another one then rip a clutch 

i get your block blickerd up, bitch nigga what 

it feel good to hit a real hood, i could then and i still could 

cuz my 9 millers real good 

im comin for you and then im gunnin for you 

i dont get blunted with you, get hundreds with you 

bitch nigga imma kill you if i wanted with you 

you could join on the listen or get your number issued 

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[Style P adlibs] 

catch me where the haze is, sticky like gum is 

the guns is louder than thunder 

you could get rained on dependin on what cloud that you under 

aint nothin fouler then hunger, i wonder....about alot of shit 

you ever shot a clip, i got a brick 

me, i did alot of shit, but no scholarship 

give a crackhead the keys and let em polish it 

streetlife dont abolish it, they breakin rules now 

makin rattin seem cool now, you should rap the fuckin fool down 

learnt the game from an old timer, big money makes the hoes find ya 

why you think he so charmin, i could dig it like a gold miner 

i aint lame and i cant forget the game with old timers 

this is S.P the ghost, puffin on a bone 

in the zone where it affects me the most 

[Style P adlibs] 

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pocket full of a d.ps, honeys from d.c 

cayenne with the t.v, livin is easy 

back in 6th grade, who would believe me 

switchblade-crazy with my clothes lookin greezy 

now im the boss of the bosses 

if you think you married to the streets 

i could make you divorce it 

always hear me speak where the porch is 

i think its the horses and how it zigzag through on the courses 

big bags of money try grabbin a fortune 

the real get real, gotta spend it with caution 

i aint really into flossin 

imma stay dark, follow you home and get into your porshe and 

the guns on fire like stovetops 

you think you on the road to petitionin 

but heres where the road stops 

i aint tryna fall, i just want it all 

why dont you let me get the ball 

imma show you the globe trot