Ghost

[tupac - speaking]

The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli

That's it! all these motherf**kers stole from me

I'm takin back what's mine

[slowed down voice]

[laughing] you motherf**kers can't stop me

Even if i die, i'm gon' be a f**kin problem

Do you believe in ghosts, motherf**ker?

Real live black... ghosts

Feel me?

[verse one: 2pac]

Some say i'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me

Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies

Papa was a motherf**kin, joke

Used to find dope in his coat

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke

Daaamn, don't get me started

My mama smoked so god damn much

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retarded

At night i can't sleep, can't peep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wake up in the mornin

See the blood in the hall from the murder scene

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

On the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack

And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back

(five-oh!) i daydream about the dope world

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl

My mausberg goes boom, what's another plug

Snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other 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]

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullabye

[verse two: 2pac]

A seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by

Thought i was trippin the second time they rolled, by

Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar

Everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna, kill ya

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Let me die as i rest in peace, deep

Back to these niggaz in the seven-deuce

A mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could i do?

Run for cover and return fire

Die motherf**kin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

But i let off everything i have

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash

On my ass was the motherf**kin cops now

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by

Still runnin like a nigga got nine lives

Don't know why but i'm runnin to my f**kin block

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops

Time to be a ghost

(hey man, come the f**k on!)

And then we'll be ghost

[chorus]

[tupac - speaking]

F**k the police nigga! [laughing]