out the ghosts from bodies that will haunt you Separated from the body, hand over your soul please Now scream, and tell me what is real... Make me believe that this is real
Bring out the ghosts from bodies that will haunt you Separated from the body, hand over your soul please Now scream, and tell me what is real... Make me believe that this is real
is my home, thats where I do my dirt I either hurt or get hurt It's me or you on that shirt Cant let no nigga fix me Cant let no nigga get me I'ma draw
to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree, til I'm buried - and if they dare me I'm bustin on ni**az until they scurry, I'm clearly a man of military
this is Nas, hip hop still dead 1980's, I need all my pioneers to set it off on this one right here I asked where they are, here they are [Verse 1: MC
the bodies this song made my memory feedm ghost made me loud and I'm proud I can see them I don't even wanna talk about it but I do it for the demons
changed and it feels odd Can?t believe it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting time in
i done caved in, no im playin i still should have done it, cuz a weak motherfucker just makes me sick to my stomach, i keeps it 100, not a game this is
, it's not even true I told my momma like this, "Let's sue" So many times, I heard I died I guess I'm like a cat and I got nine lives Well I'm the P L
trusted me Better yet I just make her the suffer Who taught me 'n' mocked me 'n' fucked with me Maybe get up in the club and shoot it up And make 'em
and Cleeve, it's an unsolved mystery I'm a fly till I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery I hit a artery, bein' real to C M B, it's a part of me Cross me I
almost sounds convincing The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci' "Get real." they tell me If only they knew how real this
me, I was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler No insanity plea for me, I ride the beef till I burn Sensimilla
stamp who am I to believe that this shit could be real as the camera rolls and records what i feel. [CHORUS] This is where my problems begin, after
I heard was sirens, tell me what am I to do? Ooh, you make my high come down Ooh, you make my high come down You make my high come all the way down
to feel, Know the things that I?ve been making up inside my head, and To know what?s real. I want to believe that the way I am is just the way things
