The Ghost Songtext
von SPM

Forver I′ma ride bein' high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti)
11-45-55-2 (that′s my TDC number)
Don't ever think of it as you ride through (smokin on Mari)
11-45-55-2 (hittin' that heierba)

Ugh, alone in my celda, smokin′ hierba
No esta buena but it hits a penas
Making money in prison y afuera
That′s my business, my drawings whatever

Slanging hierba diez bolas al toke
Slanging ink con placazos al sobres
Slang my cornbread, dessert and a juice
Saw my homeboy get shot on the news

Now you know what this Mexican doos
Come and cruise, take a walk in my shoes
On the cool esta vida no es linda
That's your boy hitting licks in the pinta


We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don′t be surprised, she's not in white clothes

We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don′t be surprised, she's not in white clothes

Envelope with the money order, 50 should get me a mountain
Business to handle when the bossman finish countin′
Homie kinda broke and them folks call him indigent
Hustle out there, hustle here, there's no sentiment

Sendin' so many kites, call me Benjamin Frank
Service to everybody, 50 men in a tank
Meet my sister in the free, she gon′ send you a bank
While I make me a shank, sippin′ contraband drank

Food, snacks, basic commissary
Pay me for my picture of the what? Naked Halle Berry
Home on a furlough, OG told me
Where he buried the dough, let it burn slow


Six months and I'll be free
But right now I got whatever you need, two-for-three
Broke and alone doing time, comatose
I′ma shoot at the bitch and see if she a ghost

We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don't be surprised, she′s not in white clothes

We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don't be suprised, she′s not in white clothes

Cell block B, seven-B-two
Pass the grass but don't let 'em see you
My heavenly jewel, riskin′ it all
The finest boss lady in these prison brick walls
Hit the lick ma, kiss the dick soft
Lemme see your phone for a business call
If it gets long pick it up before three
But put it on silent so it don′t ring

I'm the digital king, this is no dream
Is it real love or just a physical thing?
Like a typical fling while I′m sippin' on lean
Bring back some chicken ′cause a nigga hungry

Connections, while I lay up in this Texas corrections
So the judges can win their elections
They locking up the motherfucking Mexicans
Back with my best friends and we go

We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don't be surprised, she′s not in white clothes

We hit licks in the earliest of hours
Underneath the light and watchtowers
Be cool when you see the ghost
Don't be surprised, she's not in white clothes