future Can't change the past Not that fast Kill the ghost that hides in your soul Kill the ghost that hides in your soul Kill the ghost that hides in
the future You can't change the past Not that fast Kill the ghost That hides in your soul Kill the ghost That hides in your soul Kill the ghost That
译文: 削减. 鬼.
from the future You can't change the past Not that fast Kill the ghost That hides in your soul Kill the ghost That hides in your soul Kill the ghost
3 holes in you Just like loose leaf All bunch a holes in you Just like a Kufi If you know God or the Devil introduce me It's the Ghost brother! Get treated
wice suguest you stop 'cause my loot no share 'cause I invest in glocks How ya shoot that there? I do got playas pimps slash some hustlas that
shit y'all niggas couldn't be Cause I'm a real nigga, meaning I'm limited dog Fake shit done played out like SEGA Genesis dog They used to call me Ghost
Yeah, yeah, I'm a every day walk my dogs Like a motherfuckin gangsta; gun toaster, slash pranksta In the 7 on Dalvins with Cash, we be mashin To the club
the cross on a Catholic's necklace, Things just fell apart, like a bad game of tetris. Erica the beautiful slash dangerous slash hateful slash painful
thrower singes and burns you to a crisp of ashes I'm ill suffer from constant hot flashes Bad rock annihlates violator retaliates Vertibreaker will mutilate Ghost
smoked out of 89 We headed back, you had a baby by Ron but that's irrelevant, bygones is bygones Calgon is Calgons, love it when you jump in Ghost thongs
Park Kermit had the whip, he did from the Narks They bagged Woody, Shaggy shot dead in his hoodie Tweety did the Bird, "I thaw, I thought I thaw a putty" Ghost
Girl, (New Ghost Face) Yeah to glorious days Yeah God, check it out y'all We back, yes yes y'all (Fake roller derbies) Yeah, Masked Avengers We're here
t know yet You're gonna find out why With a place with Elm Street Late one night I know you like a ghost town I wanted to fight With a hat like a vagabond
Verse One: Sheek Luchion You on the circle line, what's wrong? Ain't your yacht out yet ain't you that Willie, Benz pushing, slash Melrose cat Nigga
from the Bronx were the gun shoot rabid Front if you want but don't think we don't shoot rapids I'm what some might consider a ghost 'Cause I move at
feeling me now? what i feel for the opponent smell the aroma well come swim with these killa piranhas sharin heat orders slash g's and fours street patrollers