The Kid Castro - Ghost Of Frank White lyrics

[Verse1] No introduction that 44 bussing cause destruction Blood gushing ambulance rushing for nothing Between his eyes long kiss goodnight Potato over the barrel all black apparel Seen d**h on his Tarot card The psychic said he had bad karma be cautious tried to warn him Still he moved unwise to his surprise had a hit on his life Caught one between the eyes Pray the lord forgive for my sins spending blood money At the casinos gambling flipping drug money Streets raised us dummy to spend our funds funny Big rims and honeys when you should be stacking ya money Investing ya paper in acres, now we all winning like the Lakers No more small time capers, out Indiana like a Pacer Getting money j**elry by Jacob, a 3 day vaca out Jamaica I pray everyday I wake up the lord bless me with vision and intuition To see things vivid before Im in it Waist deep, surrender or retreat ain't a option Im King Leonidas lets get it poppin' Handle beef like a Spartan, 300 men at ya apartment All know the description of the target The streets is heartless never love something that don't love you back n***as will rob they own mama for a couple stacks My younger cousin just went to Iraq, I should have told her I love her She might never come back For every act theres a reaction n***as ain't ready for what I got store You claiming you want a war Not at all what he said when I seen him I pulled up in a black BM around 2 pm His face froze, look like he seen a ghost when I approached Bulge under my shirt know he knew I had the toast He spoke, hear the words tremble out of his throat "What up son", "There a problem?", "Not at all", "Thats what I thought" Better play it smart, you don't want them guns to spark Be cool got n***as outside ya kids school You know the rules, the scene could get ugly n***as gone either hate me or love [Hook] [Verse2] The MC k**er, microphone slaughterer call the coroner Time they realize I'll be down in Florida Like Dwight with the white I work magic Competition see right through they transparent Franklins and Grants is in demand, this explains the crack in my hand The hustle don't stop, set up shop start clockin' Waiting for ya first mistake the streets watching Stick and move do these hoes like I'm boxing Crack rock or wicked jump shot whats my option Tattoos, no gun wounds knock on wood From a city most n***as up to no good Whole hood play this sh** to the max Got my whole hood on my back, holla back Scream Frank White if you miss that sh** n***a this is that hip hop sh** [Hook] [Outro]