| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen
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| I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis
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| But he a drug habit, he couldn’t stop sniffin'
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| I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks
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| Bring the summer time, ooh, I’m 'bout to make a lick
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| Just like always man we had to check the dope
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| And he said, «It's all good, man you know we folks»
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| One of my goons called «J man this nigga trippin'
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| I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missin'
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| And this nigga nose drainin' like a waterfall
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| I’m 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause»
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| Just before I can get this nigga to calm down
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| I hear a «Freeze"and some shootin' in the background
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen
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| This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons
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| The nigga with the plug habit workin' with them fools
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| Packin' all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door
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| «Come out with your hands up», so now I’m on the floor
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| It’s about to go down, they kicked the doors down
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| Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around
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| Tearin' up my place, nothin' never was found
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| It’s in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound
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| Interrogation they kept askin' me my tele-code
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| If I don’t tell 'em nothin' I’ll get life with no parole
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| But I don’t snitch, hope you niggaz know the business
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| The wire taps is what they got but no witness
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds comin' cut throat
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| You didn’t catch me with no blow and I don’t own no triple beams
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| And how you gonna charge me for some dope
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| That I ain’t touched or that I ain’t seen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Dope , by - Juicy J. Song from the album Hustle Till I Die, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп