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2pac – ghost (og version) lyrics

[intro: 2pac]
stretch
[?]
we got to get the f+ck outta here

[verse 1]
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 motherf+ckin’, 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 godd+mn much
when she was pregnant i’m surprised i ain’t r+t+rded
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 n+gga’s lullaby
on the corner, where the n+ggas slang they crack (come on)
and the undercovers jack those that don’t watch they back
(five+0) 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
sn+tchin’ drugs, pumpin’ slugs in these other thugs
(give it up n+gga) don’t run out of breath
every step could be death ’til you blast
and be the last n+gga left, then i’ll be ghost
[chorus: 2pac]
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n+gga’s lullaby
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n+gga’s lullaby

[verse 2]
a seven+deuce full of n+ggas goes by
thought i was trippin’ the second time they rolled, by
recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
everybody swear they know the n+gga that’s gonna, k!ll ya
don’t murder me murder me, k!ll a n+gga in his sleep
let me die as i rest in peace, deep
back to these n+ggas 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+ckin’ die, hope your ass fry, don’t ask why
but i let off everything i have
an empty clip, hit the ground as a n+gga dash
on my ass was the motherf+ckin’ cops now
barely breathin’ tryin’ to keep from gettin’ shot down
boo+yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
still runnin’ like a n+gga got nine lives
don’t know why but i’m running to my f+cking block
took a shot, tired of running from the n+ggas and the cops
time to be a ghost
(hey man, come the f+ck on)
and then we’ll be ghost
[chorus: 2pac]
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n+gga’s lullaby
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n+gga’s lullaby
(hahahahahaha)
+gunshots+
f+ck the police n+gga
(hahahahahaha)

- 2pac lyrics

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