Opening Song Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj Razbivali ternii i zvyozdnye puti* Ne znaet schast'ya tol'ko tot, Kto ego zova ponyat' ne smog...
译文: 攻壳机动队：单独立场复合体. 投胎.
译文: 攻壳机动队：单独立场复合体. 崛起.
don't you worry 'bout, a damn thang Wid all odds, against us When the guard got me running for the fences Aiming at these henchmen litigate shells I
Walk witt me, Green Lantern Jae Hood Two guns up All I know is bitches and money, grams and guns Here's why they call me the Ghost Yo, I don't give
make it seem easy Queens Day Yo, from the days of encore niggas hung around blocks and corner stores Huggin' gold chains of fantasies rushing the door Niggars from Rochdale, poppin? shells
way, she was taught to never ask for more They had no idea of what she had in store She's the queen of the 21st century Just a ghost of what her parents
his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal. Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell
in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today Leave the sad guitar in its hard-shell case
print to trace Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight We start war to leave with these seven revolvers Shell
'Early In The Morning' Evening is the time of day I find nothing much to say Don't know what to do but I come to Here's why they call me the ghost I
niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell
faggot niggaz stealin' my light Crawl up in the bed with grandma Beneath the lazyboy where ya hid ya knife Ghost is back, stretch Cadillacs, fruit cocktails Hit the shells
them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to.. Ghost here they come now! Errr! Pull off
my side, so What's Happenin'? Try eatin' these shells, they non fattening After you digest gat, I'mma stomp you bastards So take that.. blaow, blaow! Ghost
easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down Take me to, Ghost here they
, masada The ghost of the most prolific writer Upon my death bed in roast in fire See my most desires Smell the smoke from my flesh as my ghost rise up
hell J: HOLIDAY S: And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell J: HOLIDAY S: I use my left hand when I'm loadin the shells J: HOLIDAY S: 'cause
