Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghost Town, artist - Ghetts. Album song Freedom of Speech, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: F Radio
Song language: English
Ghost Town |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Where there’s plenty of lost souls |
Lonely households |
Cold bitter streets, outside’s a no-go |
Resident Evil in every post code |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Just lock your doors |
Protect what’s yours, pray to the lord |
If you’re gonna run, make sure you don’t stop |
This all goes down in the place that I’ve know |
This begins |
I show a nigga what goes down |
Niggas be letting off a whole round |
Run up in the false house |
With the chrome out, I’m so foul |
I be up nights but my note out |
I live in a foot life |
I cut white, buss nines |
I’ll cut a man with a blunt knife |
And I ain’t gonna front like |
I know where you |
You ain’t front line |
When I punk mine, ghosts appear |
Man are scared when the ghosts are here |
But I’m so prepared, I smell fear in the air |
Hail Mary, I’m here |
Wish straps and shells near me |
And you can tell that I’m leery, it’s clear |
I’ma act like I’m barely aware |
But I’m already awake |
And I can see many enemies hating |
And I’m hungry, my belly be aching |
Still need to think that |
Some don’t think that ghosts exists |
They will when a ghost gets pissed |
I don’t mean styles in a mad one |
I mean me, I’m wild with the handgun |
Score, there goes somebody’s grand son |
I ain’t a pope, I make guns run |
You might be strapped |
But you ain’t gonna bang guns |
You ain’t gonna bang one |
When the man comes |
I’ll stand my ground, that’s standard around here |
I ain’t never seen who’s standing around here |
On the last, might stand here without fear |
The ghost busters snatch those hustlers |
Smoke weed but I’m no Rasta |
With the lemon in the system |
Still niggas known my mellow on the mission |
We carry guns, now I got it from a distance |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Where there’s plenty of lost souls |
Lonely households |
Cold bitter streets, outside’s a no-go |
Resident Evil in every post code |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Just lock your doors |
Protect what’s yours, pray to the lord |
If you’re gonna run, make sure you don’t stop |
This all goes down in the place that I’ve know |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Ghost town, ghost town, ghost town |
Be prepared and be aware with it |
Ghost town, ghost town, ghost town |
From East town to gate |
to Stratford |
and bricks |
And the government still can’t fix 'em |
Smack heads bump road with the crack addition |
This is reality, far from fiction |
So, come with me on a journey |
I’ll show you a few things slightly concerning |
Foot to the pedal on the road |
Every mana looks so |
Kids on moves, no bigger than my little bro |
That’s on the gangs road |
When I was a yout |
Old schools swing it out |
Egg the yard and then wing out |
Drinks two beers and green out |
Half a spliff but I’m me now |
But times have changed |
We had a new wave off gangsters |
Studio pranksters, wanksters |
My flow’s heavy like a twenty ton anchor |
Freedom of speech, I can say what I like |
Disagree I can’t murder a mic |
Then there might be a lyrical murder tonight |
Listen up for the screams and cries |
And tell more lies |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Where there’s plenty of lost souls |
Lonely households |
Cold bitter streets, outside’s a no-go |
Resident Evil in every post code |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Just lock your doors |
Protect what’s yours, pray to the lord |
If you’re gonna run, make sure you don’t stop |
This all goes down in the place that I’ve know |
Welcome to the ghost town |
Ghost town, ghost town, ghost town |
Be prepared and be aware with it |
Ghost town, ghost town, ghost town |