Ghost Yo
[Verse 1]
N.Y.C is the fruit of my labor mission
Complete taylor made spraying bullets
Delaying Russian roulette the young
Bachelorette in a limosine flashing
Gold retreivers and pulling out heaters
Evaccuate the whole building more
Famous resort landings than the Hiltons
Ghetto fabolous decisions aiming at
Domepieces worship teleksnises client
Native tongue when fluent speaking
For four seasons monotone sequence
The format is pleasing live at the barbeque
With MC Serch sipping Moet crystal clear
Genie with more techniques then Houdini
Vercase suitcases with green faces and
Lethal weapons protect ya neck from
The ledge the juice to regroup like
Sworning troops got concentration camps
Booked shook ones get stiches while
The triple O.Gs make the feeble bleed