Ghost

The only way for me to come back is by Makaveli

That's it All these motherf**kers stole from me

I'm takin back what's mine

Laughing You motherf**kers can't stop me

Even if I die I'm gon' be a f**kin problem

Do you believe in ghosts motherf**ker

Real live black ghosts

Feel me

Some say I'm crazy these punk-a** cops can't fade me

Mama tried to raise me but had too many babies

Papa was a motherf**kin joke

Used to find d**e in his coat

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke

Daaamn 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 sheep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Starin at the wall heard a scream

Wake up in the mornin

See the 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 ni**a's lullabye

On the corner where the n***az ** they crack

And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back

I daydream about the d**e world

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl

My mausberg goes BOOM what's another plug

Snatchin ** pumpin slugs in these other thugs

Don't run out of breath

Every step could be death 'til you blast

And be the last ni**a left then I'll be ghost

Don't cry just ask why and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ni**a's lullabye

Don't cry just ask why and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ni**a's lullabye

A seven-deuce full of n***az goes by

Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled by

Recognized the plates the faces looked familiar

Everybody swear they know the ni**a that's gonna kill ya

Don't murder me murder me killa a ni**a in his sleep

Let me die as I rest in peace deep

Back to these n***az in the seven-deuce

A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose what could I do

Run for cover and return fire

DIE MOTHERF**KIN DIE hope yo' a** fry don't ask why

But I let off everything I have

An empty clip hit the ground as a ni**a dash

On my a** was the motherf**kin cops now

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

BOO-YAOW is the sound bullet whizzed by

Still runnin like a ni**a got nine lives

Don't know why but I'm runnin to my f**kin block

Took a shot tired of runnin from the n***az and the cops

Time to be a ghost

And then we'll be ghost

Don't cry just ask why and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ni**a's lullabye

Don't cry just ask why and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ni**a's lullabye