Beats To My Rhyme

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

[Styles P] 
Beats to the rhyme, street full of crime 
Rap or the gat I got heat for your mind 
Beats what a nigga 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 niggaz but we might fuck the summer up 
Niggaz wonder what I'm involved in 
See me all alone when I'm runnin in Harlem 
Bronx and Queens, fuck that I live life like I'm starvin 
You don't like me, fuck you nigga! 
I don't trust you, I cut you or bust you nigga 
I shoot up where you hustle nigga, fuck the program up 
Rob all your workers, cut yo' grams up 
You dealin with big niggaz or pig niggaz 
P don't give a fuck when it's time to jig niggaz 
(I don't give a fuck) You dig? Niggaz big 
Run up in the crib and wig niggaz 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 nigga, extra black - what? 

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