Artist: 2Pac
Album: Resurrection Soundtrack
Song: Ghost
Typed by: Thaq@2Pacsworld.de

[Intro]
The only way for me to come back
Is like Machiavelli
That's true
All these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm taking back what's mine

Haha, you motherfuckers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gonna be a fuckin' problem
Do you believe in Ghosts, motherfucker?
Real live black... Ghosts
Feel me

[Verse 1]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me but had too many babies
Poppa was a motherfuckin' chump, used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My momma smoked so god-damn much
When she was pregnent, I am suprised I ain't retarted
At night I can't sleep, count sheeps 
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 nigga'z lullaby
On the corner where the niggaz slang their crack
And the undercovers jack, those that don't watch they back
I day-dream about the dope war
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mossberg goes *boom* comes another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
Don't run outta breath, every step could be death till you blast
And be the last nigga left
Then I be Ghost

[Chorus] 2x
Don't cry just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto, nigga'z lullaby

[Verse 2]
A seven deuce fulla niggaz goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by
Recognize the place, the faces look familar
Everybody's swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya
Don't murder me, murder me!
Kill a nigga in his sleep, let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these niggaz 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 yo' ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I had
An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dash
On my ass was the motherfuckin' cops now
Bearly breathin', tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
Boo-Yoaw! is the sound bullet whisps by
Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggaz and the cops
Time to be a Ghost!

ARRRRRRRRRRRGH!
And there will be Ghosts

[Chorus] 2x
Don't cry just ask why
And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto, nigga'z lullaby

AHAHAHAHHAHAHAA
YEAHYEAHYEAAAH YEAYEAAHYEAAAH
FUCK THE POLICE, NIGGA! HAHAHA