We all got guns, we all got We all gon' make that to the morgue We all it harder to see through the fog We all know the between right and wrong
We all live life by one fact Before you doin dirt, the dirt gon' right back I seen go out like suckers I seen cats get down like, "Yo, them bad motherfuckers"
I see fake niggaz and the games they Aiyyo, I deal that bullshit e'ry day But that gon' stop me from doin what I'm doin I got things beside bullshit to be
that craft for me, the half of me Let through niggaz in the door me Yo, somebody me, please, somebody come and get me If I go, I'm taking with me
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast It's like the Lord getting nigga personal, now we gotta smoke niggaz It's personal, now we host niggaz
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast It's like the Lord close nigga It's personal, now we gotta niggaz It's personal, now we host niggaz
Nigga fuck the cop and the You get a chance, poppin', All I need is a and I'm touring Hit every hole in the wall, have me a
And then slide the out in the top of the morning If you hear me cockin' it on 'em, I'm it on 'em I don't fuck around nigga, stop it and mourn 'em And who the asked you to rhyme?
I'm the Ghost, when I around, they throwing up the hazardous sign And you ain't around chemicals, just generals Who spend, they time, blasting they nine Rather die with my man then the five for ya live
half of ya time, smashing ya spine Other we getting money and more money You think about cars, I got to war money That P and that dog money, we still in the front of the store, And if anybody slip, they getting to the morgue, money
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast It's like the Lord close nigga It's personal, now we gotta niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host
Dog nigga, nigga, hop the bar with the toast nigga It's like the Lord close nigga It's personal, now we gotta smoke It's personal, now we host niggaz
It's like lately I've been feeling so at the knees And speaking to niggaz is just speaking to thieves So I keep the hawk ready to eat 'em guess already? Then 'em I'm fair game, but I'm ready to 'em
The streets ain't right now, the White is light brown These niggaz ain't nice, they clowns That's why I'ma start layin' them right And have 'em there in the casket, ice down
Jacob watch on 'em, mortician must've hazed up 'Cause you can see the spots on 'em is way beyond ya Avion The Golden King, more like Polo
And what makes it even worse, aiyyo it's that personal Maybe ya Earth can go make it where they can never find the bitch Right outta the bar, with all kind of
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar with the toast It's the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta niggaz
Dog nigga, Ghost nigga, hop the bar the toast nigga like the Lord getting close nigga It's personal, now we smoke niggaz It's personal, now we gotta host
Yeah, y'all niggaz can get caught up in the hype if you Bodies drop here, this is not a game man You get caught up in the hype again? Then you can in the hype again
This is a movement, Double R, nigga you know up And if you don't, you gon' get to know up Yeah, we ain't wit' y'all niggaz this year '06, '07, and on, what's up? Pop off, you know how I work