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letra de ghost (og version) - 2pac

[intro: 2pac]
stretch
[?]
we got to get the f-ck outta here

[verse 1]
some say i’m crazy, these punk-ass cops can’t fade me
mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
papa was a motherf-ckin’, joke
used to find dope in his coat
and nearly choked when he’d tell me not to smoke
daaamn, don’t get me started
my mama smoked so godd-mn much
when she was pregnant i’m surprised i ain’t r-t-rded
at night i can’t sleep, count sheep
as they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
starin’ at the wall, heard a scream
wake up in the mornin’
see the blood in the hall from the murder scene
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gga’s lullaby
on the corner, where the n-ggas slang they crack (come on)
and the undercovers jack those that don’t watch they back
(five-0) i daydream about the dope world
take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
my mossberg goes (boom), what’s another plug
sn-tchin’ drugs, pumpin’ slugs in these other thugs
(give it up n-gga) don’t run out of breath
every step could be death ’til you blast
and be the last n-gga left, then i’ll be ghost
[chorus: 2pac]
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gga’s lullaby
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gga’s lullaby

[verse 2]
a seven-deuce full of n-ggas goes by
thought i was trippin’ the second time they rolled, by
recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
everybody swear they know the n-gga that’s gonna, k!ll ya
don’t murder me murder me, k!ll a n-gga in his sleep
let me die as i rest in peace, deep
back to these n-ggas in the seven-deuce
a mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could i do
run for cover and return fire
die motherf-ckin’ die, hope your ass fry, don’t ask why
but i let off everything i have
an empty clip, hit the ground as a n-gga dash
on my ass was the motherf-ckin’ cops now
barely breathin’ tryin’ to keep from gettin’ shot down
boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
still runnin’ like a n-gga got nine lives
don’t know why but i’m running to my f-cking block
took a shot, tired of running from the n-ggas and the cops
time to be a ghost
(hey man, come the f-ck on)
and then we’ll be ghost
[chorus: 2pac]
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gga’s lullaby
don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto n-gga’s lullaby
(hahahahahaha)
-gunshots-
f-ck the police n-gga
(hahahahahaha)

- 2pac

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