2pac - Ghost
Talking]The only way for me to come back is by MakaveliThat's meAll these motherf**kers stole from meI'm takin' back what's mineHahahaYou motherf**kers can't stop meEven if I die I'm gonna be a f**kin' problemDo you believe in ghosts, motherf**ker?Real live, black... ghostsFear me[Verse 1]Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade meMomma tried to raise me, but had too many babiesPapa was a motherf**kin' joke, used to find dope in his coatAnd nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokeDamn, don't get me startedMy momma smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnantI'm surprised I ain't retardedAt night I can't sleep, count deep?As they pass through the glass of my neighbors, five deepStarin' at the wall, heard a screamWake up in the morning, see the blood in the hall from the murder sceneDon't cry, just ask whyAnd try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabyOn the corner where the niggas sling they crackAnd the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they backI daydream about the dope worldTake a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlMy Mossberg goes *boom* once another plugSnatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs (give it up, nigga)Don't run out of breath, every step could be deathTil ya blast and be the last nigga left (then I'll be ghost)[Chorus 2x]Don't cry, just ask whyAnd try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby[Verse 2]A seven deuce full of niggas goes byThought I was trippin' the second time they roll byRecognize the plates, the faces look familiarBut everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill yaDon't murder me, murder me, kill a nigga in his sleepLet me die as I rest in peace, deepBack to these niggas in the seven deuceA Mac 10 out the window, 'bout to let it looseWhat could I do? Run for cover and return fireDie motherf**ker die, hope your ass fry, don't ask whyBut I let off everything I hadAn empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dashOn my ass was the motherf**kin' cops nowBarely breathin', trying to keep from gettin' shot down*Boo-yow* was the sound, bullet whiz byStill runnin' like a nigga got nine livesDon't know why, but I'm runnin' to my f**kin' blockTook a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggas and the copsTime to be a ghost[Chorus 2x]Don't cry, just ask whyAnd try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabyF**k the police, nigga!
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