Styles P, Ghostface Killah - Star of the State lyrics
[Styles P, Ghostface Killah - Star of the State lyrics]
What do you call under the underground?
(Twin Ghost Experience) YEAH!
From a hood where niggas is miserable
Either gon' dead you or leave you in critical
Niggas talkin money then show me the visual
And then stand right there and get
Plucked like a chicken feather
Stickin up the stick-up kids
Nigga I'm sick as ever the gun is my bitch
And I bet you we stick together
Stuck like two dogs fuckin
You must be ready to die
Fuckin with me like, you want somethin
Ring your bell and I have
You like "Who call?"
Smack you with a bat like Pujols
Bottom of the ninth
You don't wanna see me at
The bottom of the pint
Rowdy, be outtie cause I'm a
Problem for the night
Problem for your life, leg or arm missin'
I can step it up
Have your dad or your mom missin'
SP the Ghost and I'm trom' hittin
Arm kickin anytime I'm spittin nigga
Just like a bomb hittin
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate
(food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake
(it's the Twin Ghost Experience)
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state i'm the star
Yo, yo
Yo I'mma tell you how we do on the Island
Squeeze your girl ass, now what
Knock your punk ass off balance
You can't come through Mickey D's
No burger no cheese find your head missin
Do you still want the #3?
+Big Mac+, large order of 9's, no shake
We got shells
Pissin on y'all bitches like R kell's
And more or less staple your balls together
And light you in kerosene
Melt your whole face in your sweater
You see the rubber gloves, thugs
Nervous doctors play in the ER
Still wind up pullin the plug
Cause it's a Twin Ghost Experience
Flesh and spirit we bang
Even the dead listen to deadly lyrics
Make Big turn in his grave
Even 'Pac can hear it
Cochran, on Dirt's death
Yo they tryin to appeal it
But fuck that, all we want is the crack
The cash in bags come through heavy
You might get yapped motherfucker!
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate
(food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake
(it's the Twin Ghost Experience)
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state i'm the star
A lot of niggas hoped I would die young
Pitched in the hood hard, won me the Cy Young
Real sharp words, guess I got me a fly tongue
Always get high cause I feel high-strung
I don't buy jewels, I buy haze and I buy guns
Or they "hear me now" like
The dude from Verizon look at my eyes son
You won't see the next horizon
Kickin that typical rap, despicable rap
Or to get a hawk in your face
Clip in your back guess who
Still keep the thing in the sweatsuit
Hot blood leakin out your face
Is the best soup food in the kitchen nigga
Shit in the restroom
Wreck when it's wreck time
SP the Ghost is five star
Orders to the death when I rep mine
King and the queen die, just like chess time
If I don't kill you now I'll
Catch yo' ass next time
Somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(for they plate nigga)
You know I go hard for the cake
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state (nigga what)
I'm the star - somebody food gettin ate
(food gettin ate, gettin ate)
Somebody gettin robbed for they plate
(robbed for they plate motherfucker)
You know I go hard for the cake
(it's the Twin Ghost Experience)
When it come to bein hard
I'm the star of the state i'm the star