[Threat] Who is this at my do'? It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo' They must be lookin for John Doe Well anyway, motherfucker here I go So catch me
for the Son Three times for the Holy Ghost (Three times) Three times for the Holy Ghost (Three times) Three times for the Holy Ghost
the driver seat And make you really ghost ride the whip It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me Cause I get in the ring for that Vince
half the budget I'm gangsta, let the .40 cal blow in public More hatred inside my soul than Pac had for Delores Tucker Every time one of my niggas get
: (feat. Krayzie Bone) Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it
: Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Am I wrong cause I wanna get it on till I die? Get it on till I die Get it on till I die Y'all, Y'all
LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes
hoping that he's listenin Seein niggaz comin for me, to my diamonds, when they glistenin Now pay attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these
: "You could get the finger.. the middle!" {*1} "Come and get some!" {*2} [2Pac] Ahh yeah, they love to point the finger {*1} {*2} Boom boom boom on
his shit ain't sell I hit the studios take shit and leave Catch Rae Ghost and RZA for them funny ass rings Tell Sticky gimme the cash before I empty three
Ghost backin me Bust a shot, motored Four male in paper work Lord We get together once more before we blow this Murdered nobody Left em all baseball'd down, brotha Three
up, right foot back Take my hands down, shake my back Pull my strings and cut my rope Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost And if I can't get back in
s tryin to, stop the dineros Chills with, senoritas, like charro Get drunk off tequila lay low til tomorrow Follow, my flow, get the cash and go Call
[Wyclef] Yo toast the host from coasts' we boast When we meet again, I will be Casper that Friendly Ghost [B-Real] You'
damn gun slingers I've ever seen Got murdered in cold blood That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil
day" And when you get to the end you'll find a chair You see all the blood, yeah your boy was just here We get all different kind of people comin through
'll put my bags down And close the door. And we'll get back to our forevermore. I can't look at you It hurts too - Too much to... Like a ghost you're
never been to look in yourself How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else [Verse 2] Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle cause three strikes will get
