niggaz close to heart What was a friend now a ghost in the dark, cold hearted bout it Nigga got smoked by a fiend, tryin to floss on him Blind to a broken
me and I bet you get burned! And at the same time learn, that I'm not that nigga Nigga on it for reala, you wanna deal with the killa Give the scrilla
to change my mind but those ghosts stick to me like glue, hating life, believing I was no good It was a darkness all my own a song played on the radio
will take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, Heaven's waiting on down the tracks
As the angels sending Not the ghost of a man Who is tied up to the chair And he wants to believe That his life has a meaning With his hand on his heart
have all passed on And I?m out on this highway travelin? town to town Settin? up my gear and then I?m tearin? it down Turnin? up my guitar Standin? on
from a rainy Thursday on the avenue thought I heard you talking softly I turned on the lights the TV and the radio but still I can't escape the ghost
on the mic, I bust a real hard rhyme" --- Keith Murray "Bust it rugged, shine like a gold nugget" (what they know about this?) "When I bust on the mic
super hero You say you want a revolution, well bitch A young nigga sittin on ammo plus i'm rich The fallen angel strangled sev-er-al N-A-T-A-S got federal Fuck the radio
tiny form E'rybody break bread, huddle around Guzzle that, I'm about to throw a hand in your bag Since the face been revealed, game got real Radio been
bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) It's a Superman
garage, it's underground shit They way the floor open up you think I'm hiding spaceships French chefs, the best grapes on they breath Louie aprons on
, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on
'ma murder you if ya bitch-ass get on my nerves again [Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo, Ghost, you'se a funny nigga Turn on the radio, all you hear is
third grade, I bagged Penny Well Butter on your burns, guess Daddy was concerned like many Now Daddy's blowin' 'sherm and Remi On the road toll up,
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's that match, bend my baseball hat Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes Voice be metal like Von Harper radio
