whose gone You lit a fire, still pushed deep inside I never was a liar, this can't be denied Take me to the hands I love the most Take me to a dream
like a black blade Moving like a tornado from the west to the east coast Leaving behind a path of destruction and mayhem" [Laquan] Thick's ice fix ghosts
, yeah It's gonna leave a mark I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah I'm a bullet and I'
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
, you know [Verse 1] It's a couple rappers that snitching (snitches) It's a couple rappers that's kissing (bitches) It's a lot rappers thats tripping
all them years All that blood, all that sweat, and all them tears? And I can name thousands more that died in the struggle from Mr. Wallace to Mr. Shakur That
a shoot a youth's Sajak, cooler than a mayback Arubu known to collect, twistin' up that haze black And Backwood on that, hoodrat, I stay strapped P.P., don't carry that
souls know I'm alive They want me to lie down by their side These are the demons that passed through my life That killed me over a thousand times I
't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where only
, I'm ghost... Refrain Verse Two: D'Shawn Yo, street ? in New York is a place this nigga stands with a machete I'm a crazy Eddie Scissorhands. Born with such a
feet, they high steppin' now Left that wack label 'cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy
high steppin' now Left that wack label cause I don't like pricks I'm like a hammer that you hold on your hand, I make hits At the white boy club while
, put the record on replay Gotta get that cheese, gotta pimp that V Gotta burn those leaves, and uh Pretty Tone make the girls say please Daddy work that
to the master suite, checked the shower Nope, all that is there is towels and soap Stomach is nauseous, caught a big lump in my throat Found a phone
' that krillz up Fingertips hurt puttin' that work in Move that white in bulk nigga like Jergens New rappers need to skip town This the East coast music, Grandpa Ghost
up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a
touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off (Like a man in a daze) Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck (People talking to me) You know I'm a eagle, feel
ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny
