Ghetto Ghost (OG Vibe) (исполнитель: 2Pac)
[Tupac - speaking] The only way, for me [bad word] back, is by 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, 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 [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 [bad word] pumpin slugs in these other thugs (GIVE IT UP [bad word] [bad word] out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last [bad word] left, then I'll be ghost [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] like a [bad word] got nine lives Don't know why but [bad word] to my [bad word] block Took a shot, tired [bad word] from the niggaz and the cops Time to be a ghost (HEY [bad word] THE [bad word] ON!) And then we'll be ghost