| The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
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| That’s it! |
| All these motherfuckers stole from me
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| I’m takin back what’s mine
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| You motherfuckers can’t stop me Even if I die, I’m gon’be a fuckin problem
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| Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
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| Real live black… ghosts
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| Feel me?
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| Some say I’m crazy, these punk-ass cops can’t fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
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| Papa was a motherfuckin, joke
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| Used to find dope in his coat
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| And nearly choked when he’d tell me not to smoke
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| Daaamn, don’t get me started
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| My mama smoked so God damn much
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| when she was pregnant I’m surprised I ain’t retarded
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| At night I can’t sleep, can’t peep
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| As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
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| Starin at the wall, heard a scream
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| Wake up in the mornin
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| See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
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| Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
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| As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye
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| On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
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| And the undercovers jack those that don’t watch they back
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| (Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
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| Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
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| My mausberg goes BOOM, what’s another plug
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| Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
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| (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don’t run out of breath
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| Every step could be death 'til you blast
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| And be the last nigga left, then I’ll be ghost
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| Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
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| As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye
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| Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
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| As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye
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| 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
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| Everybody swear they know the nigga that’s gonna, kill ya Don’t murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
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| Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
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| Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
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| A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
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| Run for cover and return fire
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| DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo’ass fry, don’t ask why
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| But I let off everything I have
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| An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
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| On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
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| Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
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| BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
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| Don’t know why but I’m runnin to my fuckin block
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| Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
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| Time to be a ghost
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| (HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
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| And then we’ll be ghost
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| FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA! |