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Yes, and gentlemen We have a guest for you this evening Ghost, you
Yo, I verbally pictures, I'm the hood's best storyteller This about a young boy with the older fellas Promised him the you see on TV He ran packs across town rhyme CD's And big chains, new clothes, Nikes and Stacking too much loot to in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a crib in And his pops got killed through debt, he was a So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No more cross-town, now he's crossing them and Seeing new faces, not who to trust So when the door kicked they scream "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his He four blocks to die trying to survive And now all that's is his mom screaming "God Why?"
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Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the up!" Let my begin by saying I think this man knew what he had in store He opened the and found the bag under the floor Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop Open the box and off out the back of the pawn shop the lot, hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold Play it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by parts He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the in a slow exhale Two weeks went by, got a box in the In the box was a bullet of gold Melted down the ring, recast with two rings and a band And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his And sat down next to a that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his With the ring on the finger on the week that she As he in the reflection, at those eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his like that
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Fiasco!
You know he didn't have enough power in his thrusters to Warp 5 Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could then they would die the galaxy would suffer but he knew he had to try But he couldn't it, put the cure in the escape pod and kissed it And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he distract 'em He could buy her some time and she make it out alive the suit around and got prepared for the stand off Space had blew one of the hands off Damaged laser cannons and he got the system And he faced the whole fleet, blood seeping through his The final saga in the planet wars Unsheethed the sword and then he forward His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass He let out a laugh and then all she was a blast like
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Yeah, ladies and This has a Fort Minor production Ghostface! Fiasco!
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