Thank I Thank I Ain't Nigga? Don Ke In The Building Check It Out Ain't I, can't I, show up my swag ball Tippin' in the drop, still ridin' with the rag
that ain't you You just burpin, you ain't [2Pac] 2Pac in the mad bitch In the six-fo' rag on them thangs, that's a bad bitch Gettin ghost on them bitches
frontin You aint? [Verse 2:Tupac] My crew, 2Pac, and the Mad Bitch In the '64 rag on them thangs that's a bad bitch Gettin' ghost on them bitches in
lookin oooh! They lookin? they lookin? the candy got?em lookin oooh! [Verse 1:] I?m binning through the Bay, and I?m white as a ghost Candy Chevy brown rag
a girl of his dream skinny boy showers only once a week Little girl makes a call and asks for okay Little girl knows how Mamma is when on the rag Little
your soldier rag You posin bad, show your ass son, you won't last With heavy weights that elevate the whole mass Compose a smash, rollin grass at Ghost
Italians, suited down personal style I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost
me hommie is your blood crip Is your dog a bitch Cause the S.A say, they don't never see homes run around L.A. Fake ass ghost rider Get your little flow
heart, flowin through the veins Pop a mutha fucka like it aint no thang Blood shoot eyes from pufin on the bud Let me see that rag, let me see that luv
you know you telling me 'bout making a song come in the studio, and tell me that I'm making it wrong pissed off 'cause reality is making us strong like the ghost
fair in love and war Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag! Hoist that rag
suited down personal style I'm in valour white designin on the 'dallions Felt like some crackers was in back of me Spit on the clerk, pass the Harry Winston set Ghost