Correction Lyrics Ghost (Rmx By Mad Bullet Beatz) by 2Pac

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Intro: 2pac
The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it
All these motherf**kers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
(You motherf**kers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gonna be a f**kin' problem
Do you believe in ghosts, motherf**ker?
Real live black... ghosts)
(Feel me?)
(1 Verse 2pac)
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-a** cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherf**kin' joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so God damn much
When she was pregnant that I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pa** through the gla** 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***a's lullaby
On the corner, where the n***as slang they crack
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-OH!) 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
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
(Give it up n***a!) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'till you blast
And be the last n***a left, then I'll be ghost
(Hook 2pac)
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullaby
(2 Verse 2pac)
A seven-deuce full of n***as goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
But everybody swear they know the n***a that's gonna kill ya
Don't murder me, murder me
Kill a n***a in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these n***as 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**kin' dir, hope yo' a** fry don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a n***a dash
On my a** was the motherf**kin' cops now
Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
BOO-YOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin' like a n***a got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my f**kin' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the n***as and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(Hey man, come the f**k on!)
(Hook Outro 2pac)
And then we'll be ghost
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n***a's lullaby
F**k the police n***a!

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