Ghost (OG Version) lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac]
Stretch
[?]
We got to get the f*ck outta here

[Verse 1]
Some say I'm crazy, these punk-ass cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a motherf*ckin', joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smoke
Daaamn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so goddamn much
When she was pregnant I'm surprised I ain't retarded
At night I can't sleep, count sheep
As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep
Starin' at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin'
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n*gga's lullaby
On the corner, where the n*ggas slang they crack (Come on)
And the undercovers jack those that don't watch they back
(Five-0) I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mossberg goes (BOOM), what's another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
(GIVE IT UP n*ggA) Don't run out of breath
Every step could be death 'til you blast
And be the last n*gga left, then I'll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n*gga's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n*gga's lullaby

[Verse 2]
A seven-deuce full of n*ggas goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled, by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the n*gga that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, kill a n*gga in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these n*ggas in the seven-deuce
A Mac-10 out the window bout to let it loose, what could I do
Run for cover and return fire
Die motherf*ckin' die, hope your ass fry, don't ask why
But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a n*gga dash
On my ass was the motherf*ckin' cops now
Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
BOO-YAOW is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin' like a n*gga got nine lives
Don't know why but I'm running to my f*cking block
Took a shot, tired of running from the n*ggas and the cops
Time to be a ghost
(Hey man, come the f*ck on)
And then we'll be ghost
[Chorus: 2Pac]
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n*gga's lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto n*gga's lullaby
(Hahahahahaha)
*Gunshots*
f*ck the police n*gga
(Hahahahahaha)