{The only way, for me to come back, is by Makaveli
That's it! All these mother***kers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine}

{You mother***kers can't stop me
Even if I die, I'm gon' be a ***kin' problem
Do you believe in ghosts, mother***ker?
Real live black, ghosts
Feel me}

Some say I'm crazy, these punk-*** cops can't fade me
Mama tried to raise me, but had too many babies
Papa was a mother***kin' joke
Used to find dope in his coat
And nearly choked, when he'd tell me not to smoke
Damn, don't get me started
My mama smoked so Goddamn much
When she was pregnant I'm surprised, I ain't retarded

At night I can't sleep, can't peep
As they p*** through the gl*** of my neighbors five deep
Starin' at the wall, heard a scream
Wake up in the mornin'
See the blood in the hall from the murder scene
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto *****'s lullaby
On the corner, where the *****z slang they crack

And the under covers jack, those that don't watch they back
Five-oh!, I daydream about the dope world
Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl
My Mausberg goes boom, what's another plug
Snatchin' drugs, pumpin' slugs in these other thugs
Give it up *****, don't run out of breath
Every step could be death till you blast
And be the last ***** left, then I'll be ghost

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto *****'s lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto *****'s lullaby

A seven-deuce full of *****z goes by
Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by
Recognized the plates, the faces looked familiar
Everybody swear they know the ***** that's gonna, kill ya
Don't murder me murder me, kill a ***** in his sleep
Let me die as I rest in peace, deep
Back to these *****z in the seven-deuce
A Mac ten out the window 'bout to let it loose, what could I do?
Run for cover and return fire
Die mother***kin' die, hope yo' *** fry, don't ask why

But I let off everything I have
An empty clip, hit the ground as a ***** dash
On my *** was the mother***kin' cops now
Barely breathin' tryin' to keep from gettin' shot down
Boo-yaow is the sound, bullet whizzed by
Still runnin' like a ***** got nine lives
Don't know why, but I'm runnin' to my ***kin' block
Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the *****z and the cops
Time to be a ghost

{Hey man, come the ***k on
And then we'll be ghost}

Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto *****'s lullaby
Don't cry, just ask why, and try not to die
As I take you through a ghetto *****'s lullaby

{***k the police *****!}