Bet I want you dead, I want my feet again, The lights are off I checked, I locked the windows and the doors. I love your hair, you never play with mine
Превод: Битка. Разговор оф Гхостс.
' The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost I guess I'
forehead To the Adams apple I'm a Battle Man, you a Battle Rapper I'm talking real life shit Body dead, money missing, real crisis Real niggas know real talk
a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill is y'all niggaz still caught up in them battle
, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us Made them hoes approach duke on some, "How ya doin' shit" Small talk
for mayor.. (x4) [Ghostface Killah] Catch me in a crisp blue six, deep dish Doors is crisp, velour stop at the wrist Watch is involved, talk to me Trick
wall Everything I made I somehow broke Every word I say I think I stole I can't explain But I won't give up the ghost She looks like an angel Talks
I smoke skunk punk Everyday of the month in a dutch master fuckin' blunt Bust the cliche Niggas talkin' he say, she say about me Ya bitch ass niggas
we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that's what we talk about thug shit ?Talk about huh? that
then run through the stock wit me It's our philosophy, it's not a game 'Cause you look sexy and I bet you even talk the same 'Cause when we engaged in battle
when I buck my Boomerang darts, you can't duck my No tellin' which clan man you got struck by Chains get tucked when he walk by hawk eye Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk
battle of the silence, you've won this war 'Cause it seems I'm just a ghost to you, a ghost, babe And girl, we used to talk about everythin', everythin
right Or shake the spot I chose to break and be a rollin' stone Like pop Stashin' the rocks by the gats With the G's, so I can talk crazy When the
him up, Dispatching angels to my side ride for the truth, Drive-bys on hell gates screaming Jesus side Holy Ghost blowing holes in the enemy I chop em
