Ghost
Don’t cry, just ask why / And try not to die / As I take you through / A ghetto nigga’s lullabye
The only way
For me to come back
Is by Makaveli
That’s it!
All these motherfuckers stole from me
I’m takin back what’s mine
Hahaha
You motherfuckers can’t stop me
Even if I die
I’m gon’ be a fuckin problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?
Some say I’m crazy
These punk-ass cops can’t fade me
Mama tried to raise me
But had too many babies
Papa was a motherfuckin joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked
When he’d tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don’t get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
When she was pregnant
I’m surprised I ain’t retarded
At night I can’t sleep; can’t peep
As they pass through the glass
Of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the wall
Heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
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 lullabye
On the corner
Where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack
Those that don’t watch they back
(Five-O!)
I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt
And watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM
What’s 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 you blast
And be the last nigga left
Then I’ll be ghost
[Hook] [2Pac] (x2)
Don’t cry, just ask why
And try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga’s lullabye
[2Pac]
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
Everybody swear they know the nigga that’s gonna, kill ya
Don’t murder me murder me
Killa a nigga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz 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, motherfuckin die
Hope yo’ ass fry, don’t ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip
Hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barely breathin
Tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound
Bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
Don’t know why
But I’m runnin to my fuckin block
Took a shot
Tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(hey man, come the fuck on!)
And then we’ll be ghost
[Hook]
[2Pac]
Fuck the police, nigga!