[tupac - speaking]
the only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
thatand's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
iand'm takin back whatand's mine
[slowed down voice]
[laughing] you motherfuckers canand't stop me
even if i die, iand'm gonand' be a fuckin problem
do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?
real live black... ghosts
feel me?
[verse one: 2pac]
some say iand'm crazy, these punk-ass cops canand't fade me
mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
papa was a motherfuckin, joke
used to find dope in his coat
and nearly choked when heand'd tell me not to smoke
daaamn, donand't get me started
my mama smoked so god damn much
when she was pregnant iand'm surprised i ainand't retarded
at night i canand't sleep, canand't peep
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
donand't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto niggaand's lullabye
on the corner, where the niggaz slang they crack
and the undercovers jack those that donand't watch they back
(five-oh!) i daydream about the dope world
take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
my mausberg goes boom, whatand's another plug
snatchin drugs, pumpin slugs in these other thugs
(give it up nigga) donand't run out of breath
every step could be death and'til you blast
and be the last nigga left, then iand'll be ghost
[chorus: 2pac]
donand't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto niggaand's lullabye
donand't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
as i take you through a ghetto niggaand's lullabye
[verse two: 2pac]
a seven-deuce full of niggaz goes by
thought i was trippin the second time they rolled, by
recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
everybody swear they know the nigga thatand's gonna, kill ya
donand't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
let me die as i rest in peace, deep
back to these niggaz 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 motherfuckin die, hope yoand' ass fry, donand't ask why
but i let off everything i have
an empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
on my ass was the motherfuckin cops now
barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
still runnin like a nigga got nine lives
donand't know why but iand'm runnin to my fuckin block
took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggaz and the cops
time to be a ghost
(hey man, come the fuck on!)
and then weand'll be ghost
[chorus]
[tupac - speaking]
fuck the police nigga! [laughing]
