When I was a young man I was told the tale; Star-crossed lovers' final stand, a butchered destiny has failed. This is the story straight from his ghostly
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
up information, checkin' faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a
ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny
the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
called, Swamp Man, cause he's like a Munster Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster See you was a, Whoreson, son of a whore And from this
a fly on the wall All I want to do Is go fly a kite Or take a hike And try and keep myself From taking a flying leap There's ringing in my ears Especially
when we snuggle in the sheets. there's a struggle in the streets and i couldn't care less. if you said i was sheltered that would be a fair guess
pants up A few stopped actin like my private dancer But a lightbulb hit once they started to neglect me See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy
a pimp in your girls prom pictcha' I watch mc's die like soldiers in war Everybody for them self so there aint no score This niggas was bust a verse
A few stopped actin like my private dancer But a lightbulb hit once they started the neglictment See there I was, thinkin' I was all that sexy Can't
unknown patois chatta - best guess *] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle
though we seemed to sleep we listen for the sirens Whisper of a freedom gun held out by that girl Even though she's poor as dirt she walks just like a
out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost Hit you like Kenny hit
faces Keepin' a forty-five auto' loaded like it was bases When it get dark, venom will leave my mark (over) I heard a voice through a bullhorn, a white
called "Swamp Man" cause he's like a Munster Violent in the street ever since he was a youngster See you was a "Whoreson", son of a whore And from this
