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Ghosts
by thuglife
04:24pm - 28th August, 2009
The only way, for me to come back, is by thuglife
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 gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live brown... ghosts
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass chumps 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
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 neighbours 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 lullabye
On the corner, where the bruthas 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 mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last brutha left, then I'll be ghost
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto lullabye
A seven-deuce full of bruthas goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the paki that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a paki in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these pakis 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 DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a boy dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a paki got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the pakis and the cops
Time to be a ghost
And then we'll be ghosts.....
by thuglife
04:24pm - 28th August, 2009
The only way, for me to come back, is by thuglife
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 gon' be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live brown... ghosts
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass chumps 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
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 neighbours 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 lullabye
On the corner, where the bruthas 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 mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last brutha left, then I'll be ghost
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto lullabye
A seven-deuce full of bruthas goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the paki that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a paki in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these pakis 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 DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a boy dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a paki got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the pakis and the cops
Time to be a ghost
And then we'll be ghosts.....