[speaking]The only way for me to come back, is by Makaveli.
Thats me.
All these motherfuckers stole it from me.
I'm takin' back what's mine.
[slow voice]
You motherfuckers can't stop me.
Even if I die, I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem. Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live...black...ghosts. Feel me.
[Verse one]
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.
Damn, don't get me started,
my mama smoked so goddamn 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 sling they crack,
and the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back (Five-Oh!)
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.
[Chorus x2]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye.
[Verse 2]
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 motherfuckers, 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-Yow 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 [gun shot]
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
[Chorus x2]
[Laughing]
Fuck the police nigga!
[Laughing]
