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| 2Pac Miscellaneous Ghost [2pac talking] the only way for me to come back is like makiaveli,ask me,all these motherfuckers stole from me, im taking back whats mine [voice] (laughs) you motherfuckers can't stop me. even if i die im gona be a fuckin problem. do you believe in ghosts?, motherfucker, we live back, ghost... feel me [2pac] some say im crazy, these punkass cops can't fade me. momma tried to raise me but had too many babies, papa was a moterfuckin joke, used to find dope in his coat and nearly choked when he told me not to smoke. damn don't get me started, my momma smoked so god dame much when she was pregnant im surprised i aint retarded. at night i can't sleep, count sheep as they pass theough the glass of my neighbors, five deep. staring at the wall, heard a scream, wake up in the morning, see the blood in the hall from the murder scene. [chorus] don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die as i take to a ghetto niggas lulliby [2pac] on the corner with a nigga slangin crack, undercovers jack those who don't watch their back. all day, dream about the dope world, take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl. my machsburg{some gun} goes boom in some other plug, snatching drugs, pumping slugs in these other thugz.(give it up nigga) don't run out of breath, every step gona be death till you blast and be the last nigga left,then ill be... a ghost. [chorus x2] don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die as i take to a ghetto niggas lulliby don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die as i take to a ghetto niggas lulliby [2pac] seven deuce, full of niggas goes by. thought i was trippin the second time they roll by. recognize the plates, the faces looks familiar, everybody sware they know the nigga thats gona kill ya. don't murder me, murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep. let me die as i rest in peace, deep. back to these niggas in the seven deuce, a mack 10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could i do. run for cover and return fire, die motherfucker die, hope your ass fry. don't ask why but i let off everything i had, an empthy clip hit the ground as a nigga dashed. on my ass was the motherfuckin cops now, barely breathing trying from getting shot down. boo ya is the sound, bullet wiz by. still runiing like a nigga got nine lives. don't know why but im running to my fuckin block, took a shot, tired from running from the niggas and the cops. time to be a ghost.... and there will be ghosts [chorus x2] don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die as i take to a ghetto niggas lulliby don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die as i take to a ghetto niggas lulliby (2pac laughing) fuck the police nigga! |
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