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