they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death situation
the sign that ya bitch ass is fittin to take a L Don't give it to ya homeboy, take it for yourself And after I give it to ya, you can take it and tell
lot of paper to live here American gangster status, Big Brother, lemme get in ya ear You know what time it is, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it
whispering] Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost) What did y'all discover? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's
it we just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
hand out my pocket Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it I swear we going
with you a few words about my son Please take a few moments and listen I hope you gain something from it, thanks As a child Christopher was outspoken When it
Jersey Yo, I just had a Philly Cheese Steak That shit was good as a muthafucka, baby Yo, yo, who do it till the death? Let the magnificent Jeff go do it
was outspoken when it suited him at times he was quiet and of course he was mischievous as all little boys are as a young man he likes to do everything
MC that's whack Microphone check one two, I do ya tool Like them freaks run through your crew Give it to me, oh, send it to me, oh But before I get
like mayonnaise, um. I'm the sickest nigga doin it, Bet that baby. These other niggaz dope, I'm wet crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set
getting close If you look at it like me who benefits the most It's not conceit it's a fact what I feel is true Long as you keep it real with me I'
want insist on this I got your name at the top of fucking dead bitch list meet Mr Machiavelli?s terror back of the year, thug of the era death row and
Capone) It's for the last man standing [Chorus] [Outro] That's right Ese Never will I fucking hide It's the mother fucking Mister Capone with that E Keeping it
you're cooking them rocks We all got our own ways of making the green You do whatever it takes to get up onto the scene I do what I do, staying true to
Mr. President are you aware Our flesh and blood is dying over there When the coffins come back Do you care? When only the poor kids die Is it fair
second And already gotta do some muthafuckin' chin checkin' Move up the block as we groove down the block See, my girl's house, Dre, pass the glock Kick in the do