The Ghost Of Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] I won't deny it, I'm a straight ridah You don't wanna fuck with me Got the police bustin' at me But they can't do nothing to a G (X2) [Horseshoe Gang + (2Pac)] Without God, whichever one you believe in This is that COB, the second coming of G shit Niggas act hard but never fuck with that street shit Rappers like y'all shop at Victoria's Secret (And my ambitionz as a ridah) to murder every rapper dressin' like they baby momma Nigga, hop in the ride, let's bend a couple of corners He lookin' like Antoine Dodson and claimin' that he a stoner Hold up, hold up, I told you I was a ridah, known to survive My prophecies'll even leave a Nostradamus surprised Me not bein' a writer is a broken promise to God This is West side, you see the ghost of Pac in my eyes Wait, gangster gangster rap, we bringin' it back, you can't forget that shit Whether you from Long Ceach or Bompton, spit that shit Pistol whip that nigga then click that trigga then hit that lick You need to earn heart like Dale, you on some bitch ass shit I stroll over ocean like my body holds the ghost of Yeshua I'm the ish, you just wish you was C.O.B, don't forget it mean Crip or Blood They throw up B's and say Cuzz, just because My style is gangsta, but complicated like graffiti Mixed with caligraphy, call that mixture caligraffiti I'm an enigma spittin' greasy (These niggas is jealous cause deep in they heart they wanna be me) The [?], now I got a conspiracy theory These rappers wanna ban me, yet my lyrics of fury But they shouldn't censor me, they should remember me and mirror me really Cuz I'll show you how I physically cured me After being injured severely by life Just lend me an ear and when you hear me it's like you eerily near me [2Pac] Uh, yeah, and now ya got me right beside ya Hoping you listen I catch you paying attention To my ambitions as a ridah