Harder to kill the ghost of a no good man And I'll be ridin' high in a fandangled sky It's gonna be easy; It's gonna be easy from now on Raw as whip
: We're gonna burn your city We're gonna bring your system down I'm gonna drown my pity Turn this to a ghost town And when you know there's nothing left
born upstream If I told you I come from money White money Would you love me Would you love me Well, I was born down By a bad little river in a poor town
, its dead and gone. Now please just forget me. Famous or, infamous I've made my mark and this is where I stand. I have heard bravery is a ghost town
mexican dope mixed with hash Machetes behind door where the ? is stashed Desperado kids me and Ghost back at last [Trife:] Cinco De Mayo imported guns from
baggin that krillz up Fingertips hurt puttin that work in Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens New rappers need to skip town This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost
night before he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town
and all of that Knawhatimean? Then it just go on and It just don't stop... I don't care what town you from What hood you from, it just all goes in, yo
Ghost of old days, yeah, old ager hump We rap renegades, must stay paid [Chorus: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Get money (get money) Get money, Ghost (
s how I get Ghost, especially when you eat it up) My goodness gracious, ass is flirtatious Move it around like a snake miss or sexy waitress Ghost don
good), the car look (Good), I'm in the hood, and I'm okkkkkk (Good), the jewels look, (good), the girls look (Good), they all from around the wayyyyy (
build [sample x4:] "Ghost is back..." [Ghostface Killah:] Yo, I cooked up the beef, seasoned up the meat Fried 'em, tried 'em, took it out the grease Ghost
ya feet done! Eat a dick nigga! [Verse 1] Catch me in the 80's drop Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock Right from my Lady's sock with two
Feel-Ghost, feel Ghost, feel Ghost, now flow it, now back Hop, hop, hop, word (talking to fade) (Bridge - *Singer* through 2nd chorus and Ghost
Murderin the higher learnin, as of now I turn myself in Retire, give my babies my entire earnings [Prodical Sunn] State my name, on this Ghost track
villians yelling bellyaches {"one"} Heavyweight rhyme writers hittin the grass Stash the right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost
out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty three's on a truck Like a dust joint, I'll have your whole hood stuck This is Ghost murder, we movin' like NARCs with
anyone disapprove of me? To Reach Me keep your lover there To Reach Me from your side of town To Reach Me To my side of town