2pac - Ghost lyrics

The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli That's it! all these motherf**ers stole from me I'm takin' back what's mine Laughing you motherf**ers can't stop me Even if I die, I'm gon' be a f**in' problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherf**er? Real live black ghosts Feel me? Some say I'm crazy, these punk-a** cops can't fade me Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies Papa was a motherf**in, 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 pa** through the gla** 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 n***a's lullabye On the corner, where the n***az slang 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 d**, pumpin slugs in these other thugs (give it up n***a) don't run out of breath Every step could be d**h 'til you blast And be the last n***a left, then I'll be ghost Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye A seven-deuce full of n***az goes by Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar Everybody swear they know the n***a that's gonna, k** ya Don't murder me murder me, k**a a n***a in his sleep Let me die as I rest in peace, deep Back to these n***az 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**in die, hope yo' a** fry, don't ask why But I let off everything I have An empty clip, hit the ground as a n***a dash On my a** was the motherf**in cops now Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a n***a got nine lives Don't know why but I'm runnin to my f**in block Took a shot, tired of runnin from the n***az and the cops Time to be a ghost (hey man, come the f** on!) And then we'll be ghost Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullabye f** the police n***a!laughing