tupac - ghost lyrics
[tupac – speaking]
the only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
that’s it! all these motherf-ckers stole from me
i’m takin back what’s mine
[slowed down voice]
[laughing] you motherf-ckers can’t stop me
even if i die, i’m gon’ be a f-ckin problem
do you believe in ghosts, motherf-cker?
real live black… ghosts
feel me?
[verse one: 2pac]
some say i’m crazy, these punk–ss 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 god d-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 p-ss through the gl-ss 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-gg-‘s lullabye
on the corner, where the n-gg-z 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
sn-tchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(give it up n-gg-) don’t run out of breath
every step could be death ’til you blast
and be the last n-gg- 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-gg-‘s lullabye
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gg-‘s lullabye
[verse two: 2pac]
a seven-deuce full of n-gg-z 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-gg- that’s gonna, kill ya
don’t murder me murder me, killa a n-gg- in his sleep
let me die as i rest in peace, deep
back to these n-gg-z 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 yo’ -ss fry, don’t ask why
but i let off everything i have
an empty clip, hit the ground as a n-gg- dash
on my -ss 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-gg- got nine lives
don’t know why but i’m runnin to my f-ckin block
took a shot, tired of runnin from the n-gg-z and the cops
time to be a ghost
(hey man, come the f-ck on!)
and then we’ll be ghost
[chorus]
[tupac – speaking]
f-ck the police n-gg-! [laughing]
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