Ghost
 作词 : Tupac Shakur/Marshall Mathers/Mark Jordan/Luis Resto
 作曲 : Tupac Shakur/Marshall Mathers/Mark Jordan/Luis Resto
"Ghost"
 The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
 That’s it! All these ************* stole from me
 I’m takin back what’s mine
 Even if I die, I’m gon’ be a ****** problem
 Do you believe in ghosts, ************?
 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 ************, joke
 Used to find **** in his coat
 And nearly choked when he’d tell me not to smoke
 Daaamn, don’t get me started
 My mama smoked so God damn 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
 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 *****’s lullabye
 On the corner, where the ****** slang they crack
 And the undercovers jack those that don’t watch they back
 (Five-OH!) I daydream about the **** world
 Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
 My mausberg 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 lullabye
 Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
 As I take you through a ghetto *****’s lullabye
 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, killa 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 ************ DIE, hope yo’ 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 ************ cops now
 Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down
 BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
 Still runnin like a ***** got nine lives
 Don’t know why but I’m runnin to my ****** block
 Took a shot, tired of runnin from the ****** and the cops
 Time to be a ghost
 (HEY MAN, COME THE **** 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 lullabye
 Don’t cry, just ask why, and try not to die
 As I take you through a ghetto *****’s lullabye