[2Pac - Speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these motherf**ers stole from me
I'm taking back what's mine
[Slowed down voice]
You motherf**ers can't stop me (laughing)
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?
[Verse One: 2Pac]
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, count sheep
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 lullaby
On the corner, where the n***as slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-0) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mossberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin d**, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP ni**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
[Hook x2: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullaby
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce full of n***as 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***as 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 MOTHERfu*kIN DIE, hope your 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 running to my f**ing block
Took a shot, tired of running from the n***as and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(Hey man, come the f** on)
And then we'll be ghost
[Hook]
fu*k THE POLICE ni**a!