to heaven for goin' through hell (Holiday) And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell (Holiday) I use my left hand when I'm loadin' the shells
rocka cocka and they buzzin like flies you might pull they arm off you try to shake their hand because their souls been gone its just a shell of a man
and they buzzing like flies. You might pull the arm off em if you try to shake their hand, 'cause their souls are gone, they just a shell of a man. Walking
try to represent New York fuckin' city? I been down since B V D's and Dew Rags, shell tops and shags I'm the little bad ass with regular and tre bags
straight from Hell From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell I searched the East coast and West coast down and most found The small towns is like ghost
Yeah, Lieutenant what! Yeah, motherfucka It's Flipmode Yeah yeah, spliff, check it out, uh Ramp, I've been ill since back in the days Rockin' shell-toed
sippin Cristal in crystal You fish you foul so you fell and took your fam witchu I'm out to get you, guaranteed every shell'll hit you Plus I'm on some
my belly, oh Into my headphones the thrill of a hunter's song As I look through the train and the window and the raindrops I get rid of a ghost haunting
them whisper mutiny Living room rape scenes We cut their throats while they slept Dreaming and digesting shards of turtle shell The television's blaring And the ghost
me lifted and lifted, you lift me up I feel revived again, I'm energized again (Burnin' for you) You got me lifted and lifted, you lift me up Woke up in a sweat, those ghosts
Gallipoli. And how well I remember that terrible day, How our blood stained the sand we call Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. The big Turkish shell
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual It's just that the moon is full And you happened to call And here I sit, hand
Well I'll be damned Here comes your ghost again But that's not unusual Now that the moon is full And you called on the phone And here I sit Hand on the
calling For me to cross the line But I'm not gonna give up the ghost No, not gonna give up the ghost I'm not gonna give up the ghost No, not gonna give
's drivin' Holdin' the homeless sign you focus you know it's Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankincense wit' a ghost
of this rotting shell Grind my bones into dust and ash Send my soul to oblivion Erase these hollow, fucking years Cleanse yourself from my putrid life Become my ghost
you from this heart from my memory - I cut away you're just a name to me - a friend is now a ghost I will never give again you have forsaken any
