GHOST

The Only way for me to come back is by Makaveli, as him. All these Muthafuckers stole from me. I'm taking back what's mine. Ha Ha Ha You Motherfuckers can't stop me even if I die, I'm going to be a fucking problem Do you believe in ghost's muthafucker Real life black ghost's Feel me Some say I'm crazy these punk ass cop's can't fade me Mama tried to raise me but had to many babies Papa was a muthafucking joke, use to find dope in his coat And nearly chocked when he tell me not to smoke Damn don't get me started my mama smoked so god damn much when she was pregnant, I'm surprised I ain't retarded. At night, I can't sleep. Count thiefs as they pass through the glass of my neighbors 5 deep. Staring at the wall, heard a scream. Wake up in the morning. Se blood in the hall, from the murder scene. Don't cry, just ask why and try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. All in the corner where da nigga's sling their crack (for who) and unda covers jack cause they don't watch their back all day dream about the dope world. Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl, my mausberg goes beem comes another plug snatching drugs, pumping slugs in these other thugs (give it up nigga ha ha ha) don't run out of breath every step could be death till ya blast and be the last nigga left. Then I'll be ghost Don't cry just ask why and try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby Don't cry just ask why and try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby A seven duce full of nigga's goes by. I thought I was trippin the second time they rolled bye. Recognize the place the faces look familiar but everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill you. Don't murder me murder me kill a nigga in his sleep. Let me die. As I rest in peace, back to these niggas in the seven deuce a Mack 10 out the window, bout to let it loose, what could I do, run for cover every turn fire.. Die motherfucker, die. Hope your ass fly don't ask why but I let off everything I had. An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dashed on my ass was the motherfucker cops now barely breathing trying to keep from getting shot down boo-kah was the sound bullet wized by still runnin like a nigga got 9 lives. Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fucking block, took a shot tired of runnin from the nigga's and the cops. Its time to be a ghost. And then will be ghosts Don't cry just ask why and try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby Don't cry just ask why and try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby Ha ha ha He he he Fuck the police nigga.