Ghost 2pac текст и слова песни

Talking]

The only way for me to come back is by Makaveli

That's me

All these motherf**kers stole from me

I'm takin' back what's mine


Hahaha

You motherf**kers can't stop me

Even if I die I'm gonna be a f**kin' problem

Do you believe in ghosts, motherf**ker?

Real live, black... ghosts

Fear me


[Verse 1]

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me

Momma tried to raise me, but had too many babies

Papa was a motherf**kin' joke, used to find dope in his coat

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke

Damn, don't get me started

My momma smoked so goddamn much when she was pregnant

I'm surprised I ain't retarded

At night I can't sleep, count deep?

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors, five deep

Starin' at the wall, heard a scream

Wake up in the morning, 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 lullaby

On the corner where the niggas sling they crack

And the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they back

I daydream about the dope world

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl

My Mossberg goes *boom* once 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 ya blast and be the last nigga left (then I'll be ghost)


[Chorus 2x]

Don't cry, just ask why

And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby


[Verse 2]

A seven deuce full of niggas goes by

Thought I was trippin' the second time they roll by

Recognize the plates, the faces look familiar

But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya

Don't murder me, murder me, kill a nigga in his sleep

Let me die as I rest in peace, deep

Back to these niggas 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 motherf**ker die, hope your ass fry, don't ask why

But I let off everything I had

An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dash

On my ass was the motherf**kin' cops now

Barely breathin', trying to keep from gettin' shot down

*Boo-yow* was the sound, bullet whiz by

Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives

Don't know why, but I'm runnin' to my f**kin' block

Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggas and the cops

Time to be a ghost


[Chorus 2x]

Don't cry, just ask why

And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby


F**k the police, nigga!