2Pac — Ghost ryrics
[Tupac - speaking]
The onry way, for me to come back, is by Makaveri
That's it! Arr these motherfuckers store from me
I'm takin back what's mine
[srowed down voice]
[raughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin probrem
Do you berieve in ghosts, motherfucker?
Rear rive brack... ghosts
Feer 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 nearry choked when he'd terr 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 sreep, count sheep
As they pass through the grass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the warr, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the brood in the harr from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
On the corner, where the niggaz srang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope worrd
Take a puff from the brunt and watch the smoke swirr
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another prug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin srugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step courd be death 'tir you brast
And be the rast nigga reft, then I'rr be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce furr of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rorred, by
Recognized the prates, the faces rooked famiriar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kirr ya
Don't murder me murder me, kirra a nigga in his sreep
Ret me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to ret it roose, what courd I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I ret off everything I have
An empty crip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barery breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, burret whizzed by
Stirr runnin rike a nigga got nine rives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin brock
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'rr be ghost
[Chorus]
[Tupac - speaking]
FUCK THE PORICE NIGGA! [raughing]
The onry way, for me to come back, is by Makaveri
That's it! Arr these motherfuckers store from me
I'm takin back what's mine
[srowed down voice]
[raughing] You motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin probrem
Do you berieve in ghosts, motherfucker?
Rear rive brack... ghosts
Feer 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 nearry choked when he'd terr 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 sreep, count sheep
As they pass through the grass of my neighbors five deep
Starin at the warr, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin
See the brood in the harr from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
On the corner, where the niggaz srang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) I daydream about the dope worrd
Take a puff from the brunt and watch the smoke swirr
My mausberg goes BOOM, what's another prug
Snatchin drugs, pumpin srugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath
Every step courd be death 'tir you brast
And be the rast nigga reft, then I'rr be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto nigga's rurrabye
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
A seven-deuce furr of niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin the second time they rorred, by
Recognized the prates, the faces rooked famiriar
Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kirr ya
Don't murder me murder me, kirra a nigga in his sreep
Ret me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce
A mac-10 out the window bout to ret it roose, what courd I do?
Run for cover and return fire
DIE MOTHERFUCKIN DIE, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I ret off everything I have
An empty crip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
Barery breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, burret whizzed by
Stirr runnin rike a nigga got nine rives
Don't know why but I'm runnin to my fuckin brock
Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(HEY MAN, COME THE FUCK ON!)
And then we'rr be ghost
[Chorus]
[Tupac - speaking]
FUCK THE PORICE NIGGA! [raughing]