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the kid castro - ghost of frank white lyrics

[verse1]

no introduction that 44 bussing cause destruction
blood gushing ambulance rushing for nothing
between his eyes long kiss goodnight
potato over the barrel all black apparel
seen death on his tarot card
the psychic said he had bad karma be cautious tried to warn him
still he moved unwise to his surprise had a hit on his life
caught one between the eyes
pray the lord forgive for my sins spending blood money
at the casinos gambling flipping drug money
streets raised us dummy to spend our funds funny
big rims and honeys when you should be stacking ya money
investing ya paper in acres, now we all winning like the lakers
no more small time capers, out indiana like a pacer
getting money jewelry by jacob, a 3 day vaca out jamaica
i pray everyday i wake up the lord bless me with vision and intuition
to see things vivid before im in it
waist deep, surrender or retreat ain’t a option
im king leonidas lets get it poppin’
handle beef like a spartan, 300 men at ya apartment
all know the description of the target
the streets is heartless never love something that don’t love you back
n-ggas will rob they own mama for a couple stacks
my younger cousin just went to iraq, i should have told her i love her
she might never come back
for every act theres a reaction n-ggas ain’t ready for what i got store
you claiming you want a war
not at all what he said when i seen him
i pulled up in a black bm around 2 pm
his face froze, look like he seen a ghost when i approached
bulge under my shirt know he knew i had the toast
he spoke, hear the words tremble out of his throat
“what up son”, “there a problem?”, “not at all”, “thats what i thought”
better play it smart, you don’t want them guns to spark
be cool got n-ggas outside ya kids school
you know the rules, the scene could get ugly
n-ggas gone either hate me or love

[hook]

[verse2]

the mc k!ller, microphone slaughterer call the coroner
time they realize i’ll be down in florida
like dwight with the white i work magic
compet-tion see right through they transparent
franklins and grants is in demand, this explains the crack in my hand
the hustle don’t stop, set up shop start clockin’
waiting for ya first mistake the streets watching
stick and move do these hoes like i’m boxing
crack rock or wicked jump shot whats my option
tattoos, no gun wounds knock on wood
from a city most n-ggas up to no good
whole hood play this sh-t to the max
got my whole hood on my back, holla back
scream frank white if you miss that sh-t
n-gga this is that hip hop sh-t

[hook]

[outro]

- the kid castro lyrics

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