You can have me or leave me alone Sun kissed lemons in the graveyard below Here in death you see new adventures grow I see you at last but mostly a ghost
oo oo, is it you oo oo she's a soldier for that boy when that boy is going through (through) take the stilettos off like bitch whatchu wanna do even though she never made me slash
-T-E-R [Benzino] Uh.......Hangmen 3 (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh (Gangsta jugga) Uh huh yo (Gangsta jugga) Pray on it sober, I'm just another step closer Niggas'll ghost
bring the pain Ana on my chest got me bustin' at you lemon lames You ain't know you fuckin' with a street nigga From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
unique what You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up Toast, the most official niggas on post Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost," rich he supposed Now
bees stingers back on the swarm again The alarm again, six direction weapon deflection Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing sword slash
came to bring the pain ana on my chest, got me busting at you lemon lames Ya aint know? You fuckin with a street nigga From the gutta, pimp tight / (slash
I came to bring da pain Ana on my chest Got me bustin at you lemon lames Ya aint know You fuckin with a street nigga From da gutta pimp tight Slash
fuckin strong to rely on ya prayers and hopes I walk out the jungle in bear-skinned coats While you still scared of ghosts we cut throats I introduce
main wifey, dead as shady chicks, official Lost Boyz since the year of '86 and fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion at times I feel like slashing
yeah, tryhards, candy-coated comedians live thru medium-sized imaginations lies and exagerrations, all on an average weekday they have a unique way, of making you want to vomit drama slash
side Triple x on the set showin' no class Just a foul mouthed little fuckin' smart ass No fool I went to high school dumb ass Smoked dope and I flunked every class Slash
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw Liquid diet, bitch, we official pirates I ghost ride the ghost
wife dead as shaded bricks Official lost boyz since the year of '86 And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion At times I feel like slashing
get the finga, the middle (Come and get some) I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point the finga I guess nobody loves a real nigga-slash
not at all Not far from the ree thats where the apple falls Say the wrong words so guys knock ya apple off No sweetener straight apple sauce Doing movie roles, rapper slash
seems reckless and unfair better days are far behind guess that's another cross i'll have to bear I know that there's a time and a reason to take the ghost
main wife, dead as shaded bricks, Official lost boyz since the year of 86 And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill em with a passion, At times I feel like slashing