Innocence is topped not lost just overung And there's times I would forget but I Knew I didn't want to lose you little 9 year olds Where bareskin boys
you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all) [Dramacydal
[Chorus:] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real I know that most aren't Boy you think
funny [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... what's happpening New York City? It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight ("Don't fuck with Ghost
slight second Yo, my nine milli' pistol's really official So you can Analyze That like DeNiro and Billy Crystal [Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, it's Ghost with
the hood, plus good for his classics Slashes, blast four-fifths, diamond cut, hollow point tips Big Boy bustin' out his corderoy fix Eleven, way beyond is little boy
sound of a finished kiss Like when a lip lifts from a lip I took the Wrong Road round A room in a lighthouse Near the park The ghosts in the next room
because of you What you got yourself into [Violent J] Look who's next it's Mr. Clark The dirty old man from the trailer park You got your ticket? Thanks
the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone Hit bound from the Mo-town allen fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J. park parties
: (feat. Clipse & The Posta Boy) [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga, we all
the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter fact you blow more steam than hot gladiators Some niggas is ghost written but I ain't
: [Written by Steven Wilson] Ghosts in the park Appear just after dark Killers, children ... But no-one has a harp They look like tourists It makes
: [Originally by Counting Crows] Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between
And have these faggot niggaz, squirmin' to Jake, they so frail Cuz like Ernest, just wanna see me Goin' To Jail But your boy'll make bail, get out and
