Make Em Move (feat. Steele)

Two shots when it pop, one in the head, make a move

When I'm spinnin the block, gettin this bread, gotta move

Runnin from cops or duckin the Feds, better move

Homie you gotta move, homie I make 'em move

This that two guns up under the armpit

I'm nice with the steel, the smooth criminal calm shit

Don shit, shooters every floor, I'm at the top suite

It's gon' take more than your crew for you to stop me

I drop heat, more than a flow for you to bounce to

Theme music, bring in your coat, light up an ounce too

Plus you could tell where I'm from, just from the lingo

And if I cut you out of my circle, that mean you wing though

Ball tall, three-five-four, I did my thing though

Incorporated my block, pop with my own team though

Before you was gettin your streams on

And puttin your girl jeans on, we was puttin the fiends on

Triple beam raw shit, that be makin 'em pass out

I cruise through the groove like I switched up the stash house

The NARC's or the jack boys runnin with straps out

That's why I stick and move when I'm handin them packs out

Dome split to smithereens when that pistol steam

Sharp as guillotines, heavy weight on that triple beam

Higher hitters, fire spitters in the booth

Higher power rifles snipe like Ryan Phillips from the roof

Skep Palmer, Jeff Dahmer, cannibal over drum notes

In the jungle with the animals and cut throats

We burn bread, love toast, get soaked when that lead shower

Livin off experience, money, respect, power

Tuckin that Sig Sauer, puffin that piffed our

Chronic assist until this whole shit ours

Alhamdulillah, to God allow us

Proceed and for those that bleed for us send flowers

Don't believe in no fakes or befriend cowards

They don't love you, they just want you to crumble like Twin Towers

What doesn't kill us make us killers

I'm a Brownsville villain representin

They call me the Ghost, **** know I make 'em move

Snipe 'em with steel, shit is real, yeah I'm the dude

Pull out the hawk, I don't talk, just eat his food

You know hard knocks when my **** runnin the school

Switched up the vibe, no homi' playin it cool

Smokin a new strain called lean in the pool

Ghost float on ****, cut the throat on ****

I'm the wolf, don't play the GOAT on ****

Yeah my gun is too big for your man purse

I don't like his face so I'm hittin your man first

Two guns up, still squeezed till my hands hurt

Good with a knife fight, I'm nice with this hand work

You could ask Snipe, ask Steele, this is real shit

I'm about peace, but I'm ready to kill shit

Told you that I'm numb, yeah I never do feel shit

If you hear me rap, you should know it's some ill shit

Ghost ****