popin..........................
the ghost flow garilla/
out to spit realla/
face it, an't no replacement for dis killa/
keep yo hands were i can see em/
don't make me nervous/
dis 4 four auto mag you don't deserve it/
yo kids eithea/
don't make me make you a belivea/
i don't do alot of talkin, i speak wit da heatea/
i run in yo crib/
i pop some to split yo wig/
yo baby cryin; i put some i da crib/
should i let u live/
keep talkin yo shit , and fuckin around/
yall find sipt 10 ft. under da ground/
you got help/
the ghost got niggas from under da ground/(hell)
notin keepin me bound/
i'm gonna rip this nigga spit like i suppose ta/
it's the face of the century, since cage and Travolta/
spit, you can't even handle the heat/
make yo ass bite da curve; so u can have a taste of da street/
i know i won this battle wit out a dout/
so let cough dis up so i can spit him out/.................................... The Ghost

''death is a privilege'' The Ghost