deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They'
the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost She's slippin through his fingers as she's
It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, seen ya picture Now they wanna grab a gun and come and getcha It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, seen ya
a ghost town Cheeks, lou and thai see eye to eye Spig sees eye to thigh, bein the shortest But he still gets busy on the one and two's regardless Heard
ya sound B? You're better off a quitter I'm on the mound G and it's a no hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the
what is this? it's not rap kid Bust it it's shade business Chorus: pmd and dj scratch doing samples (*some unidentified*) "people round town talkin
y'all That's right I got something for y'all Something for y'all, wha God bless me, look at all I've been through It's my time, I can feel it, can't
a bigga man I said fuck that or do go to trigga man It's the new somethin' cream goin' 'round It started in the saint town and now it move to ghost town
move dem feet every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Police in the city is shuttin all the clubs down it's lookin like a ghost town ya know
before the bowtie resemble cash flow Rap NY, no lie, my side is back Ghost, so hot Crooked cops are searching your asshole, it's the drop That freeze
, comin' for y'all That's right I got something for y'all Something for y'all, wha God bless me, look at all I've been through It's my time, I can feel
into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering
shake for the beat, girl Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
, local groups' wack MC's Some try to rap with that perpetrate mobster crap Karl Kani jeans, fat stomachs in the limosines Mixtapes by wack DJ's adds
and gold ropes Where my man Young MC and Tone Loc? Kris Kross, the B.O.S.S., divine styler Def Jef of course let's break it down ta Mic Geronimo,
Dj paul: Who run it (x15) Chorus: dj paul (4x) These bitches ain't runnin'(runnin'), shit but y'all mouth Cause the first hater step, the first hater
re better off a quitter I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter And my DJ the catcher, he's my man Anyway he's the one who devised the plan He throws
Break: DJ Total K-Oss] Yeah, that's why I'm a Nickel Slick Nigga [KM.G:] Yeah, but it's time for ATL to get in this motherfucker [DJ Total K-Oss:] Black