The Ghost (feat. Juan Gotti, Rasheed, & Nelly)

歌詞

[Juan Gotti] Forver I'mma ride bein high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti) 11-45-55-2 (that's my TDC number) Don't ever think of it as you ride through (smokin on Mari) 11-45-55-2 (Hittin that heierba) Ugh Alone in my celda, smokin hierba No esta buena but it hits a penas Makin money in prison y afuera That's my business, my drawings what eva Slangin hierba diez bolas al toke Slangin ink con placazos al sobres Slang my cornbread, dessert and a juice Saw my homeboy get shot on the news Now you know what this Mexican doos Come and cruise, take a walk in my shoes On the cool esta vida no es linda That's your boy hittin licks in the pinta [Chorus: SPM X2] We hit licks in the earliest of hours Underneath the light and watchtowers Be cool when you see the ghost Dont be suprised, she's not in white clothes [Rasheed] Envelope with the money order, 50 should get me a mountain Biness to handle when the bossman finish countin Homie kinda broke and them folks call him indigent Hustle out there, Hustle here, there's no sentiment Sendin so many kites, call me Benjamin Frank Service to everybody, 50 men in a tank Meet my sister in the free, she gon send you a bank While i make me a shank contraband drank Food, snacks, basic commissary Pay me for my picture of the what? naked Halle Berry Home on a furlough, OG told me Where he buried the dough, let it burn slow 6 months and I'll be free But right now I got whatever you need, two for three Broke and alone doin time comatose I'mma shoot at the Bitch and see if she a Ghost [Chorus X2:] [SPM] Cell block B, seven-B-two Pass the grass but don't let'em see you My heavenly jewel riskin it all The finest boss lady in these prison brick walls Hit the lick ma, kiss the dick soft Lemme see your phone for a business call If it gets long pick it up before three But put it on silent so it don't ring I'm the digital king, this is no dream Is it real love or just a physical thing Like a typical fling while I'm sippin on lean Bring back some chicken cause a nigga Hung-ry Connections, while I lay up in this Texas corrections So the judges can win their elections They locking up the muthafuckin Mexicans Back with my best friends and we go [Chorus:]