Ghost

The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine

(You motherfuckers can't stop me Even if I die, I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts) (Feel me?)

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherfuckin' joke Used to find dope in his coat And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke Damn, don't get me started My mama smoked so God damn much When she was pregnant that 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 nigga's lullaby On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl My Mossberg goes BOOM, what's another plug Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs (Give it up nigga!) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'till you 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-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya Don't murder me, murder me Kill a nigga in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these niggaz 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 Motherfuckin' dir, hope yo' ass fry don't ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down BOO-YOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block

Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (Hey man, come the fuck on!) And then we'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

Fuck the police nigga!