Boosie BadAzz - I'm A Ghost lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Boosie] Bury me back across the track, with my name on the wall n***a how you love that, Feel this Keep all my n***as strapped down when we hit the club doe Teach all my n***as in the bottom not to love hoes Got a real k**a who'll come get you like Candyman ?I ride in big Ram trucks I don't do Avalanche? ??????????????????? just don't get a chance to do me like my n***a Tys' When it's on I bring a 40 and some head bustas Fed duckas, Known k**ers so they scared of us And Christmas time and Thanksgivin ain't the same no mo Since I done lost my ?lil woe on this gangsta joke? But when we touch I'm gon' be famous, with a lot of bread And ????? we gon' get heads you know how we play it Listen here when I rap and I can show you boys I'm not a dream peepin my knowledge All you seein is the violence, Don't you always hear sirens up in the hood? (Yeah) Don't them boys that be wildin up in the hood? (Yeah) And you can bury me a G, Mama wipe your tears But one day I gotta disappear and I'mma be a ghost [Hook] I can't stop it when God's knockin So you can bury me a G I got the police looking for me But to them I'm a G-H-O-S-T [Verse 2: Lil Boosie] Behind Trill I'mma die for it, f** tryin for it And you know I gotta ride for it n***a And I'm back and I'm all faded All over soldier with a brain that keeps on elevatin And them b**h a** n***as up on my team, Yeah they turned on me They talked behind my back squeal like a worm homie It's my turn homie, That platinum plaque I feel I earned homie But I ain't gonna feel it till my records get some turns homie Many men wish d**h on me so I told 40 Glocks n***a I need my whole life I gotta torture now You know what's up with me I'm OG, rest in peace Soulja Slim n***a Look this life as a rap star is nothin without guard The livin ain't really hard but bullets rip you apart You think I'm p**y test a p**y you gon' catch a p**y In the top of yo head now that's an extra p**y I run with convicts, lawyers, even college grads I roll with ex poppers then n***as on them body bags You f** with Boosie I'mma show you where the choppas at But one day I'mma be a ghost they still gon' holla that [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Webbie] You hear me rippin Pac's sh** up Grippin the Glock, Spittin And willing to knock any n***a out there trippin I'm just young sick ya either love it or hate it I came up strugglin, hatin but I've been thuggin and made it In their discussion they bring me up all the time Cause it's hard to find a n***a hard as mine I'mma break a brick down to all the dimes So my cake'll flip now I get all of mines