Letras:
Head And The Heart The Ghosts

graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One day

their graves One day we'll all be ghosts Trippin' around in someone else's home One day we'll all be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts One

up on the necklace And I keep them clipse on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout bar, Louis bag and fuck em all Bitches money and fast car, nigga I want it all

Xzibit and how the east been makin' the killin' since them long-beach niggaz walked in new york and crushed the buildings then this marcy-project niggah came and

strong and in the process, keep you goin I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows

freaks Our enemies die now, walk around half dead Head down, K blasted off Hennessee and Thai Tryin it, mixed it, now I'm twisted blisted and high Visions

said You play with me Gonna pay the price No ghost of a chance I'm holdin the dice You lie about this and lie about that Don't wanna hear Nothing about

a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac arrest that's so hard and I can still get their heart and leave 'em dead and give 'em all they can get! Send them

and I'll look in your eyes This is how I feel And it's so surreal I got a closet filled up to the brim With the ghosts of my past and the skeletons And