What, Why, Where, When

The Ghost, Desert Storm, DJ Envy

Feel me nigga, fuck with us nigga

Whattup?

If it's a gun I don't mind to pull it

Hit your son with the nine millimeter with the rhino bullets

Know S.P.'ll lose your peeps

Come through in a bullshit hoopty with the Gucci seats

With some Brooklyn bitches that'll boost for weeks

So you know I stay fresh for days

Tote the gun in your mouth, tell you death is just a breath away

You alone like The Castaway

Listen dawg, if you ain't pass a dude then you pass away

They ain't tell you that the Ghost was here?

You ain't seen me comin'?

Told your man that the coast was clear

Now I'm tearin' off both your ears

Kick in the door, load the shotty watch the sofa tear

Y'all scarface niggaz, Sosa here

So the army and the coke are here, we loc' out here

They ain't tell you that I Ryde or Die?

Thirty niggaz on your block, only five alive

Shit, they ain't tell you that I'm harder than Brillo

I'ma give your mother the wire, your father the pillow

I don't play too much, I weigh too much

And when it comes to the drugs, I weigh too much

And I don't say too much, I spray too much

Step over the dead body then I blaze the dutch, what? My niggaz

You know what?

I'm takin' over the game 'cause niggaz is lame and everybody's so butt

You know why?

'Cause I feel I could, I Ryde or Die and everyday I'm so high

You know where?

Right in they crib in front of they kids, I feel I gotta go there

You know when?

I ain't tellin' you niggaz so load up your guns or join up in Gold's Gym

I buy back haze just to get me weeded

One cornball nigga just to get me heated

Listen nigga I am not playin'

He gon' know, the .3 gon' blow and he gon' see the shots sprayin'

Wrong end of the barrel

Too bad but I'ma ring your bell like a Christmas carol

If I run out of bullets

The ghost is a sag and I don't ever miss with arrows