Among the ruins of this city and the thousand more alike Livelihoods have been devoured The streets seem to have been deserted Only shadows dare stalk
about me!! [G-Unit:] Its 50 Cent! (I Aint afraid of no Ghost!) Young Buck! (I Aint afraid of no Ghost!) Lloyd Banks! (I Aint afraid of no Ghost!) Its
chicks Only porno dicks You try to lie to more hoes with them G-string draws And so therefore I declare war Outside violater meet me at four Young Buck
On Alot of things changed since the young don's been gone Who else you gon rol wit The future is me Only young'n that's movin units Is um... me Young
on Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept As he lay his head back on his seat and slept He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields
allowed us Don't try to crowd us nigga, we'll smack you up Look around and see who's willin' to back you up You're in a ghost town and home alone like
Manhattan Chase The elevator?s broke, so he slides down a rope Onto the street below, oh Tarzie, go man go Meet his little hussy with his ghost town
twist his neck up You can't get no money battling me; that's like ripping your check up What partna? Take ten paces and turn around That quick, yo' whole ghost town
and this Our ghost town I snap back Only for a moment, and I Simmer right down It's you, me The Lonely Left In Motion and this Our ghost town
anew And cool me here on this lonely pier where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes
: "Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago, When a young boy from Chicago town stepped through a Southern door. This boy's dreadful tragedy I can still
that we won't be. Giving up the ghost Giving up the ghost Never you and I Giving up the ghost. Giving up the ghost We can never stop Giving up the ghost
Homies?" Leave it to y'all, these niggas left for dead Last week my man swore he saw Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these folks
You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami But can you hang with a young man who's doin his
emotional I hug the block Im so emotional I love my glock Cash rules everything around me So whats realer Bout the scriller so call me a ghost face killa
doves since we were young The morning's over, the day is in full swing I know you're busy But please, won't you come visit me? You are an aimless ghost
What uuup!? This past year was a rough ride, joking aside A lot of niggas left to do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would
what you in for kid? Busting nuts, taps heard of million street stories caught inside this trap Who are you to look at me with your eyes like that? Wising up young
