flat line, alpine, deck Rolla supplier, quiet as it's kept I wanna retire but I can't, the game needs me The game would be boring without E-Feezy I wake
, an 't let it go. oh, no, hold on, now can i get a witness, shout hallellujah. amen, now fear that the holy ghost, make your move soon ya. smoothe, i
Sunday morning in the Saudi Arabian desert And a young soldier sat alone in his tent, deep in thought A picture of his wife and children back home in the United
my overdose Fresh Prince to Sugarloaf, Homey, I'm the most you've seen I got the same affects on both coasts And everything hot on fo' wheels, homey, I'm ghost
my heart stop go head envy me, im raps mvp and i aint goin nowhere so you can get to know me g-g-g-g-g- G-Unit (Game) on the grill of my lowrider guns
a kingliness formulated through the flesh of the oppressors God had a flask I can prove it You really think the 13 loops that loose daughter spawned me a sober unit, check potion Addressed the ghost
it out, uh [rampage] Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days Rockin' shell-toed addidas with rags for my waves Flipmode be the unit now I'm playin
" And Delilah laughs as black eyed Susan says "Silly bitch is such a bore" In a while they know she'll walk away It's just a drunken game she likes
[Game whispering] Its Murder [The Game talking] It's 07 shit We runnin' through summers in dual hummers and tell them my crew coming for war [Verse
50 cent on shady aftermath I'm moving forward in my career if Dre had got creativly tied up onto The Game project if he's confused (echoes) [Verse 1] [The Game
fucking with Game, Mr. Yayo. You niggas snitches that's the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain, I ain't the po-po. Verse 3 - The Game ------ Drive-by
Game] Guess whos back in a son of a bitch Underground king with a gun on his hip Not the UGK like bun b and pimp c But I got the ghost unit bumpin in
Act like a man and get cocked, smacked or fucked up Pull the truck up, Luck you know the name Assed out in the bleachers stay shittin on the game I suppose
night, New York City, heard it goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost
goin' down Friday night, midnight, Atlantic City Slot machines, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding, when they ring off Lock the doors, that's when Ghost just g'
your mouth I might be new to the game (what?) But it's a damn shame, what a brother bout to do to the game I got Mark Ron' backin' me up I'm already on
crowd, if I have to Nothing but Benjamin faces I be after, then I get ghost like casper Don't work then don't eat, play the game but don't cheat Cause
streets Got a deal and got to eat, putting shoes on his feet The Lex needs Spre's, let me defreeze Music is to bleed, but the game getting sleeze Why
