didn't committ I needed to feel truly innocent There was a song, and I forgot the name of it It seemed sincere and this is kinda how it went "It's one
't commit I needed to feel truly innocent There was a song and I forget the name of it It seemed sincere and this is kind of how it went "It's one of
thugs (GIVE IT UP NIGGA) Don't run out of breath Every step could be death 'til you blast And be the last nigga left, then I'll be ghost [Chorus: 2Pac
I go ni**az holla at me, "Keep it real G" And my reply til they kill me Act up if you feel me, I was born not to make it but I did The tribulations of
me? I say one two three, peace to the real G's Still me, til these motherfuckers kill me Pick it up, pick it up, give it up Best to duck or get fucked
a ghost cause it looks alive to cloak, ? no leaks in gunsmoke Here to get those, snakes get it the most G's overdose, we wreck toast to deaf notes Tech
thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan. But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give, We could make this great
through it though I started to state my claim. Now they give it up in St. Clair. Even down in Delaware they throw it up and yell a nigga name. Flesh take
betta do it do it Grab the game Do it to it Chase to chase But still hood Live it or love it Dummies of the rocks Duck up out of my hood hood hood
minute You already suckas I bet that you bent it we sent it We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it You thought you was flippin but got K.O.
hadda hit it Then the night after that, then the night after that To the point I'm thinking I might wife it in fact We decided to go out, it started going
of the time when his ghost It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly - - "Oh sure, it'll kill her alive" So moving, these last words he spoke We all vented
cast a avalanche And bust till volcanoes errupt [interlude] *phone rings* Hello? (Billy) Aiyyo what's up (we're comin to get you) STOP, THEY KNOW IT'
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 6 Here comes the voodoo what'cha gone do when my crew Back from the dead once more again Fuckin' up the flow again, fuck it here we
will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to.. Ghost here they come now! Errr! Pull off quick, back up, hit the bitch, dog Turned down Hill
bitches better when they wore Reebok's See hot, let's have a toast, I verbally bomb deacons Have the whole church praying for Ghost When we speak we give
by one, tie 'em up, line 'em up Treat 'em like a cigar, fire them niggaz up They be up in the club, six/three tree'd up With them young 'keds with their
leather up Ten G's down the drain Yo hurry up, we got to get him up Get the sheets son, let's fix him up Lock the door, turn the TV off, your kicks is
