Bet I want you dead, I want my feet again, The lights are off I checked, I locked the windows and the doors. I love your hair, you never play with mine
Tradução: Batalla. Hablar de los fantasmas.
you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost
When I ride by high Sittin' on Tonas Tearing up spots And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper piece bustin' rocks and glocks And gettin ghost
in this old house Cause you're distance brings the worst of you It's like a battle of silence... for Cause it seems I'm just a ghost to you [Chorus]
shall have to wait and see. In the meantime There is nothing more for you to do But sleep. BOYS Ghosts of the past left behind. MEN'S CHORUS (ghosts
I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin which Clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye Arrows bein fired from crossbow, I talk
get right Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the Gs So I can talk crazy when the narks
' The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost I guess I'
forehead To the Adams apple I'm a Battle Man, you a Battle Rapper I'm talking real life shit Body dead, money missing, real crisis Real niggas know real talk
a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle
, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit" Small talk
for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist Watch is involved, talk to me Trick
wall Everything I made I somehow broke Every word I say I think I stole I can't explain But I won't give up the ghost She looks like an angel Talks
I smoke skunk punk Everyday of the month in a dutch master fuckin' blunt Bust the cliche Niggas talkin' he say, she say about me Ya bitch ass niggas