The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli

That's it, all these motherfuckers stole from me

I'm taking back what's mine

You motherfuckers can't stop me

Even if I die, I'm gon' be a fuckin problem

Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker?

Real live black ghosts

Feel me?

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me

Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies

Papa was a motherfucking junkie

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 goddamn much

When she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded

At night I can't sleep, count sheep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Staring 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 ****'s lullaby

On the corner, where the **** slang their crack

And the undercovers jack those that don't watch their back

(Five-0) 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 ****) Don't run out of breath, every step could be death 'til you blast

And be the last **** left, then I'll be ghost

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ****'s lullaby

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ****'s lullaby

A seven-deuce full of **** goes by

Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by

Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar

Everybody swear they know the **** that's gonna kill ya

Don't murder me murder me, kill a **** in his sleep

Let me die as I rest in peace, deep

Back to these **** 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 motherfucker die, hope your ass fry, don't ask why

But I let off everything I have

An empty clip hit the ground as a **** dash

On my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Barely breathin tryna keep from gettin shot down

BOO-YAOW was the sound, bullet whizzed by

Still running like a **** got nine lives

Don't know why but I'm running to my fucking block

Took a shot, tired of running from the **** and the cops

Time to be a ghost

(Hey man, come the fuck on)

And then we'll be ghost

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ****'s lullaby

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die

As I take you through a ghetto ****'s lullaby

Fuck the police ****