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th3 ghost - me and my homie lyrics

yo mehn…this like the second take
voice was gone before…u knw
story of a young buoy

hook
gotta be careful young boy
o’ them snakes and scorpions
in every nook and cranny
the song is on
fat lady finna get a grammy
careful what u step on
cos when its on..its on

verse 1
me and my homie getting stoned
as alarm stone me
then allah told me
‘son u need to get the bacon/baking’
its a piece o’ cake to make cheese
if u get the picture is the main thing
never give up when u dead broke
‘can’t afford to pay rent broke’
even worse of when ur parents broke
u search the earth for a break
clutch on cos its full throttle
drown ur thoughts in a gin bottle
i’ll give the world over
to be at the right table eating leftovers
p-ss the salt by your left shoulder
its the last supper…but i feed u my soul
give u my heart
for this food for thought..
u gon need a shovel
the sh-t is very deep
like a shakespeare novel lost in the abyss
the stage is engaging
champagne in the main fridge
when the money comes
so do caring b-tches
‘need some money for new earrings’ b-tches
remember when we couldn’t get near this b-tches ?
now we play truth or dare
with some daring b-tches

hook
gotta be careful young boy
o’ the snake and scorpions
in every nook and cranny
the song is on
fat lady finna get a grammy
careful what u step on
cos when its on..its on

verse 2
me and my homie getting tipsy
then it hits me..
need to get busy with the risky
getting dizzy from the whiskey
hit the studio
flow like the mississippi
its a pity that a lyricist this crispy
throwed like a frisbee
beautiful mind going to waste
belt on my shoulder…
like poor fashion taste
my life like a movie
i’ll bring defeat to any nigha
that mock a scene
ain’t got 50cent but i still gun it
like his group without the hyphen
ghost dont care ’bout the hyping
i enter like am done typing
and go lethal
smoke illegal then do justice
to an instrumental
i am instrumental
to the resurrection of hiphop
and ain’t here to make hips hop
i kid not, like a miscarriage
i’ve got baggage…
plus, i’m too old for that garbage
when moriarty comes
so do loyal nighas
dont give a f-ck about all ur nighas
remember wen we couldn’t get nowhere nighas ?
we were busy getting high
but were lower nighas

yeah i was careful young boy
of dem snakes and scorpions
in ever nook and cranny
the song is on fat lady finna get a grammy
i was careful what i stepped on
cos wen its on its on

huh….its some hiphop sh-t
ghost took a break but never gave you a commercial

- th3 ghost lyrics

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