Ghost

[2Pac - Speaking] The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli That's it! All these motherfuckers stole from me I'm taking back what's mine [Slowed down voice] You motherfuckers can't stop me (laughing) Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black... ghosts Feel me? [Verse One: 2Pac] 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 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 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 lullaby On the corner, where the niggas 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 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 [Hook x2: 2Pac] Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die As I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby [Verse Two: 2Pac] A seven-deuce full of niggas 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 niggas 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 MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope your 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-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives Don't know why but I'm running to my fucking block Took a shot, tired of running from the niggas and the cops Time to be a ghost (Hey man, come the fuck on) And then we'll be ghost [Hook] FUCK THE POLICE NIGGA!