Styles P Beats To My Rhyme Lyrics

[Intro]
S.P. this where it started at, on the microphone?
Rip a n____, make him scream
(Yeah Poobs, let's get him n____)

[Styles P]
Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime
Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind
Beats what a n____ got asleep on your spine
On the creep and the grind, rap the work or double up
Hit you with a scar on your cheek, watch it bubble up
Man pull the Hummer up, shoot any runner-up
Real cool n____z but we might f___ the summer up
n____z wonder what I'm involved in
See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem
Bronx and Queens, f___ that I live life like I'm starvin
You don't like me, f___ you n____!
I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you n____
I shoot up where you hustle n____, f___ the program up
Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up
You dealin with big n____z or pig n____z
P don't give a f___ when it's time to jig n____z
(I don't give a f___) You dig? n____z big
Run up in the crib and wig n____z and I don't mean fake hair
You can bet that I'm goin, they said that there's cake there
Might as well get them candles out; we ain't makin a wish
We sayin a prayer cause I blammed you out - what?
Guess who back? It's P with the P-91
38 Specials, the extra gat
In the souped up Mirada n____, extra black - what?

You know
You know who I am
I'm that n____! (Ghost)
Poobs we out