Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost, artist - 2Pac. Album song Resurrection, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Amaru Entertainment
Song language: English
Ghost |
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli |
That’s it! |
All these motherfuckers stole from me |
I’m takin back what’s mine |
You motherfuckers can’t stop me Even if I die, I’m gon’be a fuckin problem |
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? |
Real live black… ghosts |
Feel me? |
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 motherfuckin, 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 damn much |
when she was pregnant I’m surprised I ain’t retarded |
At night I can’t sleep, can’t peep |
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 nigga’s lullabye |
On the corner, where the niggaz 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 |
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs |
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don’t run out of breath |
Every step could be death 'til you blast |
And be the last nigga left, then I’ll be ghost |
Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die |
As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye |
Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die |
As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye |
A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar |
Everybody swear they know the nigga that’s gonna, kill ya Don’t murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep |
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep |
Back to these niggaz 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 MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo’ass fry, don’t ask why |
But I let off everything I have |
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash |
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now |
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down |
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives |
Don’t know why but I’m runnin to my fuckin block |
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops |
Time to be a ghost |
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!) |
And then we’ll be ghost |
FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! |