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letra de ghost - moose4ever

[intro: denzel washington in “training day”]
i’m puttin cases on all you b-tches
huh? you think you can do this sh-t? yeah!
you think you can do this to me?
you motherf-ckers will be playin basketball in pelican bay! when i get finished with you!
twenty-three hour lock down!
i’m the man up in this piece!
you’ll never see the light of… who the f-ck you think you f-ckin with?
i’m the police! i run sh-t here. you just live here!
yeah that’s right you better walk away
go and walk away cause imma burn this motherf-cker down
king kong ain’t got sh-t on me!

[chorus]
brrrrrrrrrrrr at! (boom pow!)
cush got a pimp burnt out
i stay low like a k!lla’ on trial
smokin’ on dope get ghost till i’m out
mo’ f-cka go brrrrrrrrrrrr at! (boom pow!)
[?] up running through ya house
flip over the mattress and i’m cuttin’ up your couch
take all of the cash and a couple quarter pounds
mo’ f-cka go brrrrrrrrrrrr at! (boom pow!)

[verse]
blow got ya boy bugged out
started with a zip then i copped a quarter pound
pull up with the bricks then i left them in the house
watch out cause them boys in the street stay thirsty
sixteen in the chamber put your face on the carton
robbed the wrong hustler and his momma bought a coffin
big sh-t poppin’ don’t mean you can’t rob him
i’m the man with the mother f-ckin’ product
you comin’ to me, money the only thing talkin’
broke boy made an office so i know we ain’t bout it
you sippin’ on lean? mother f-cker i got it
i’ll sell it if you want it
drugs ain’t nothin’, when it comes to the party yeah i’m all about a dolla
used to sell molly number one narcotic
i coulda went to prison but i spent it on college
yeah my dorm room small but the prison cell smaller
i’m a little smarter
i coulda went far but i went a little farther
just like my father, and i put it on my momma
man i went so hard god dammit i’m a monster like the loch ness made of money, it’s jumanji when i’m hungry, only f-ck her if she h-rny
singin’ oh my god
wetter than tsunamis no problem like the artist out of compton wasn’t born
if you ain’t get that, then it’s cause you don’t know him
i’m all about a comma, rain sleet sh-t snowin’
matter fact can’t argue with that, goin’ hard on the track
keep cush, pills, brown, white all in the back
and you better hold your tongue like the paw of a cat
they see you understand they gon call you a rat then them shooters steal the van then crawl in the back
ski mask all black and them choppers gon roar like

- moose4ever

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