The only way for me to come back is like Machiavelli. That's me. All these motherfuckers stole from me. I'm taking back what's mine. You motherfuckers can't stop me. Even if I die, I'm gonna be a *** problem. Do you believe in ghosts, motherfucker? Real live black. Real live black. Some say I'm crazy, these punk ass cops can't fade me. Mama tried to raise me but had too many babies. Papa was a mother*** joke. Used to find dope in his coat and nearly choke. When they 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, count D. As they pass through the glass and my name is 5D. Staring at the wall, heard a scream. Wake up in the morning, 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 nigga's lullaby. On the corner where the niggas sling they crack. In the undercovers jack those that don't watch. They back out, they dream about the dope world. Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirl. My Mossberg goes boom, comes another plug. Snatching drugs, pumping slugs in these other thugs. Don't run out of breath. Every step could be death to your blast. And be the last nigga left, then I'll be gone. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. A seven-deuce full of niggas goes by. Thought I was trippin' the second time they rolled by. Recognize the blinks, the faces look familiar. But everybody swear they know the nigga that's gonna kill ya. Don't murder me, murder me. Kill a nigga in his sleep. Let me die as I rest in peace. Deep back to these niggas in the seven-deuce. A MAC-10 out the window, bout to let it loose. What could I do? Run for cover and return fire. Die, motherfuckin' die. Hope your ass fry. Don't ask why. But I let off everything I had. An empty clip hit the ground as a nigga dashed. On my ass, what's the motherfuckin' cops now? Barely breathin', tryna keep from gettin' shot down. Booyah, what's the sound? Bullet whizzed by. Still runnin' like a nigga got nine lives. Don't know why, but I'm runnin' to my fuckin' block. Took a shot, tired of runnin' from the niggas and the cops. Time to be a ghost. Again, motherfucker! And there will be ghosts. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. *** the police, nigga. *** the police, nigga. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Don't cry, just ask why. And try not to die as I take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby. Don't cry, just ask why.