The Ghost Lyrics - Juan Gotti

[Juan Gotti] 

Forver I'mma 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 

Makin money in prison y afuera 

That's my business, my drawings what eva 

Slangin hierba diez bolas al toke 

Slangin 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 hittin licks in the pinta 

[Chorus: SPM X2] 

We hit licks in the earliest of hours 

Underneath the light and watchtowers 

Be cool when you see the ghost 

Dont be suprised, she's not in white clothes 

[Rasheed] 

Envelope with the money order, 50 should get me a mountain 

Biness 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 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 

6 months and I'll be free 

But right now I got whatever you need, two for three 

Broke and alone doin time comatose 

I'mma shoot at the Bitch and see if she a Ghost 

[Chorus X2:] 

[SPM] 

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 Hung-ry 

Connections, while I lay up in this Texas corrections 

So the judges can win their elections 

They locking up the muthafuckin Mexicans 

Back with my best friends and we go 

[Chorus:]