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letra de star of the state - styles p


(feat. ghostface killah)

[intro: styles p (ghostface)]
yo vinny idol, what do you call under the underground?
(twin ghost experience!) yeah!

[styles p:]
from a hood where n-gg-z is miserable
either gon’ dead you or leave you in critical
n-gg-z 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, n-gg- i’m sick as ever
the gun is my b-tch, and i bet you we stick together
stuck like two dogs f-ckin
you must be ready to die, f-ckin 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 you doubt or your mom missin
s.p. the ghost and i’m trom’ hittin
arm kickin anytime i’m spittin n-gg- just like a bomb hittin

[chorus: styles p (ghostface)]
somebody food gettin ate (gettin ate, yeah)
somebody gettin robbed for they plate (for they plate n-gg-)
you know i go hard for the cake
when it come to bein hard, i’m the star of the state (n-gg- what)
i’m the star – somebody food gettin ate (food gettin ate, gettin ate)
somebody gettin robbed for they plate (robbed for they plate motherf-cker)
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

[ghostface killah:]
yo, yo, yo i’m a tell you how we do on the island
squeeze your girl -ss, now what, knock your punk -ss 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 sh-lls
p-ssin on y’all b-tches like r. kell’s
and more or less staple your b-lls together
and light you in kerosene, melt your whole face in your sweater
you see the rubber gloves, thugs
nervous doctors play in the e.r., 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 f-ck that, all we want is the crack, the cash in bags
come through heavy, you might get yapped; motherf-cker!


[styles p:]
a lot of n-gg-z hoped i would die young
pitched in the hood hard, want me to 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 n-gg-, sh-t in the restroom
wreck when it’s wreck time, s.p. 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’ -ss next time