Призрак MARSELL'E AUDIO |MARSELL'e|MUSIC|

Ghost
2Pac
[Tupac - speaking]
The only way, for me to come back, is like Makaveli
That's it! All these [bad word] stole from me
I'm takin back what's mine

[slowed down voice]
[laughing] You [bad word] can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a [bad word] problem
Do you believe in ghosts, [bad word] 
Real live black... ghosts
Feel me?

[Verse One: 2Pac]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk [bad word] cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a [bad word]  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 [bad word] much
when she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, can't peep
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 [bad word] s lullabye
On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another plug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP [bad word]  Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last [bad word] left, then I'll be ghost

[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto [bad word] s lullabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto [bad word] s lullabye

[Verse Two: 2Pac]
seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the [bad word] that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, killa a [bad word] in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE [bad word] DIE, hope yo' [bad word] fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a [bad word] dash
On my [bad word] was the [bad word] cops now
Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin like a [bad word] got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my [bad word] block
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE [bad word] ON!)
And then we'll be ghost

[Chorus]

[Tupac - speaking]