the floor with plasma, then I mop up Unless I get dressed to kill when I spill you guts, Ill Bill the butcher ghost doesn't do manorial Chop chop then
just don't know Got that infra-red to the back of his head Nigga dead when he hit the floor Bitch I'm both, the rapper slash backwards slash nigga with
the side Triple x on the set showin no class just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass smoked dope and i flunked every class Slash
It, For Me It Was Over Dick Chenney Crazy With The 12 Guage And Everybody And They Mama Got A Myspace Page And Yea We All Got The 'itus' Mine Is Myspace Dot Com Back Slash 'your Ghost
good job, she need a good jaw And sell BJ's until her mouth get raw I'm from the California coast, beaches and riches Hit the cot, get ghost, no more
yours in three different whips And Platexd kill wife beater, put steel to your lips Semantical scientists to your romantical graphicless Testicle-free Stan slash
the 2wice suguest you stop cuz my loot no share cuz I invest in glocks How ya shoot that there? I do got playas pimps slash some hustlas that do got
now I'm quite rugged Ghost In The Darkness, too hard for Mike Douglas Ghost that might haunt ya, Tim's that might stomp ya Scar any face, many places he conquered Animal slash
lane Envision, the picture, the frame The beat that rumbles into the brain Stains grim gloom carefree feelin, up a buildin cap peelin Slash from the
, smoked out of 89 We headed back, you had a baby by Ron but that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
from Ghost Dog soundtrack *Intro: The RZA* Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me? You will die from
(feat. Big Herk, Juan) [Royce Da 5'9":] Yeah, yeah, I'm a every day walk my dogs Like a motherfuckin gangsta; gun toaster, slash pranksta In the 7 on
, unique what You need to stop wilin, the fam won't speak up Toast, the most official niggas on post Yellin out "how ya nigga Ghost," rich he supposed
bring the pain Ana on my chest got me bustin' at you lemon lames You ain't know you fuckin' with a street nigga From the gutta pimp tight slash drug dealer
Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw Liquid diet, bitch We official pirates I ghost ride the ghost
, uh Don't get it twisted, I'll break your jaw You'll be sippin' fried chicken through a crazy straw Liquid diet, bitch We official pirates I ghost ride the ghost
cold streets This world is like a child that won't eat While Christ stands there with Holy bread, scars on both feet Including the wrist, sword slash