to wait to be home, you know. You know I, I'm the City ghost, now Tired of city life, now I'm the ghost of, the ghost of the city life. So working
tried to wait to be home, you know. You know I, I'm the City ghost, now Tired of city life, now I'm the ghost of, the ghost of the city life. So working
each night. But I force myself to believe... And I swore it'd be different but how could it be? What I came to escape is right here inside of me. The city
Maino: Just when I started to feel like there was no more hope-is when hope presented it self. And just like that my life changed. Man, so I guess tomorrow
(hahaha) Think about your life is and cherish it (think about it) I ain't even weighing the work, I just measure it I damage the city, yeah, Heath Ledger
it to Try to tell these muthafuckas they should do as do does I been smoking haze just as green as the zoo was Sorta like the city of Gods We be
't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em I don't believe in ghosts but I'm afraid of 'em Some wanna sleep and some wanna rise Some wait their whole life
be me man eh, could it be that I give the hopeless broke kids, hope caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost silly head to approach
(This, this, this) (Should be played at high volume) (Preferably in a residential...) Life's a bitch, life's a bitch But I'ma keep the pussy wet (Yep
is obscene Night life, New Orleans is my scene, even if I'm not seen, motherfucka Spitta, I write a rhyme and that man not be, what you call gangsta, but it's my life
but I force my fangs into the townfolk Drain a little cowpoke until the city's bloodsoaked [Mad Child] I'm not a hoblin, a goblin, a ghost, or ghoul
high-speeds, strawberry, Kiwi As we approach, yo herb, the Gods bail These Staten Island ferryboat cats bail Fresh cellies, 50 thief up in the city We banned for life
take the chain, it's too heavy Word to mother, I was swingin that Shaolin Style machete Now when I come through it's "What up Ghost?", my folks throwin
enough Ghost showers just a sign of the power You feel in you, oh baby Ghost showers got you by the hour You're dancin', too, oh baby Ghost showers
Yeah, Soloman marked for life, a million to life Thug for life, forever eyein' the kid '89 stick-up kid, King of New York Regulation party, daddy hard
[Ka] Thought life rest in a .45, aim for head, chest fortified Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry Got to do it here, can't afford to
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest 'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo Enough to make a black ghost
! Killer keeps it honest Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell (Boo!) Enough to make a black ghost turn
