ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny
Hit the mall in Long Island, they got hens out there I'm not a sex symbol, gangsta or activist I just bubble like acid in a glass of Cris' My pen's is
the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost
thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost, please you don't even want to know Droopy Long wrote a song, like to hear it, here it go Ricochet Rabbit had a
down my coats, like Ghost Wallets shoe I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook
and destroy Come through the strip wit, bricks of the girl and keys of the boy 'Cuz all I really want (What) Was a gun and blunt, a lil money and some keys to a
said,m fuck rap and a verse I get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearse I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of Herc I'm in the
Ruff ridin' the clique, come up outta your shit Get clapped in the wig, sold a lotta records But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids Got
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
Uh, uh, in effect mode, y'all niggas know it Sayonara, send my rivals, slam a guy Be damned if I had to tell one, tell a lie, get paralyzed Stay payed
and plain, there'll be no explanation We show no hesitation, we're holdin' down on station Only a quip wit that ideal shit, tryin' to flip You betta chill before spot out a
a slight foreign accent You drip the paint from a can And abundantly blush An invisible sun But instead of a brush You wish you had a gun If they leave
no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankincense wit' a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a
you live my cosmos exodus A to my precious, I?ma undress my message Into my wisdom body to my wisdom method You need a star for your crescent I got a
with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
Girl Lost, her pop is, Daddy Cool Former, Dopefiend now a pimp, damn fool He's a, Black Gangster, Inner City Hoodlum Phat prankster, must admit a pretty
(Whoo!) Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be a ghost some day? Rider can you be a ghost some day? Oh oh, a ghost some day Bigger
Spreading like a virus running rampant but out of control So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle Let them know that I died while I fought in a