Lyrics:

Big Producer:
Yeah It's the ghost SP
wit the G-O-D AZ
It's the ghost SP
wit the G-O-D AZ
hardest yea hardest out

Styles P:
I'm from a part of new york thats fowler than poor
where the dirty niggas pile in the court (shit)
you should know im a yonkers native
gem star swing somebody cut your run wit david
stomp ya head like its part of the pavement
got business to engage in, my man got a case
and we got to go kill a witness just to save him
always got me back on that new shit
playing marvin gaye right before and after i do shit
f**king wit them niggas thats ruthless
havoc niggas in the bar rx-7 and supra's
drinking to much smoking to much
going places acting ignorant provoking too much
I dont know the nigga f**king had opened him up
Im from a place where the man that hit ya
bounced to orlando wit ya
on a roll let the cannon hit ya
boy we oh so fowl
and i aint tryna blow no trail
these niggas show no style
they like cowards on the stand (cowards)
looking at the nine i got the power in my hand, feel me
maybe not wit your lady shot
why dont you tell me what your baby got, nigga
your playing the game, stick to the rules
if you dont know em then go back to school motherf**ker

Chorus (Styles P):
I'm T-H-E H-A-R-D-E-S-T you dont wanna see SP
everyday i wake up its like im liabel to sin
smoke haze and bible paper swallowing gin
im G-H-O-S-T i can crack the ground
and make the clouds come down
find me if your looking for trouble
send a 100 niggas imma bust a thousand rounds

AZ:
Im the rap James Bond
my crack hairs gone
got it cuffed in the court
had my mac face on
funny walk money talk toe black stay calm
we up north like a boss that had half his arms
slid his mom 7 grand told her hold that down
we fam it go low then i roll back 'round
am as viscous as the realest you know
only difference is consistence im considered a pro
from the trenches 'till im dead and inches below
its not a game hear the name better snitchin wit dough you never know
niggas wanna see me dead, death threats being spread
but its easily said they cant touch me
stay wit a chick and a dutchy
slim and quick but the fifth make me feel like im husky
develish dont move with a car lean over
most wanted in the mix tryna dodge that quarter
Im wit tarver and weigh more than thats most
Im wit the ghost and we bang like we champs of the coast
put your gloves on and f**k the humble shit the love is gone
by the morning they'll mumble and mourn motherf**kas

Chorus (AZ):
Im T-H-E H-A-R-D-E-S-T y'all dont wanna see AZ
at any givin minute nigga liabel to flip
you wanna pimp nigga find you a bitch im not the one
S-O-S thats me got a 100 hungry goons that'll kill for free
and the same young nigga that'll torch ya face
suit up and support the waste