When I was a young man I was told the tale; Star-crossed lovers' final stand, a butchered destiny has failed. This is the story straight from his ghostly
Mon. A Just The Collie, Collie, Collie Collie A That We Use To Generate Money, Money Spliff Away Keep The Duppy (Jamaican Slang For Ghosts) Away So The
front line Fighting for her country?s name She?s got medals She got very tired of picking up girls Cleaning her gun and shaving her curls Then the enemy dropped a
't ya girl you think your so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark (Stay wide awake) A world so cold, a world where on-ly
then just hate me I don't give a fuck Considered sloppy to me you just need to give it up... [HOOK: Styles] Eve don't give a fuck about you That's what
the mall True spot hoggers, used a few stockings Niggaz hand over the cash when heat's to they noggin I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify the way a
(Nah, we took a shot of Henn') (Lately she work out by 10, I told her, bitch, buy a Benz) (Or even shot a car, I'm getting me some Advil) (Show these
strange, like a man in a daze People talking to me and calling my name But I don't hear a word they say I walk around acting strange, like a man in a
Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over) I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white man
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny hit
mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is Illmatic
God) [Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost,
a full time jack move But they don't know, that these blades here, crack dudes Give it to 'em quick, something like fast food Take a nigga gun, like '
a VCR, add delay, bug you I'm not a gangsta, I hate thugs too I'm just a nigga that painted a picture without a paintbrush too Without a paintbrush too
I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go... Ricochet Rabbit had a habit, he was
a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" .. "There's no love to be found" [Cappadonna] Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem" [Laquan] Thick's ice fix ghosts
wall with super glue Then I start strocken like a Chinese Kangaroo I tie your leg to the motha fuckin bed post Insert my ding-a-ling and your howlin like a ghost