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Paint It Black Ghosts

I won't hear it 'Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks 'cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed

the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it

desperate ghosts stuck souls trapped in black holes Became wearwolves stolen souls wanna see me bleed It's a new day a new way, It's gone it's dooms

it?s on a gang Swervin? in the rain and workin? the woodgrain We did about two [unverified] Now feel the pain And if its affectin? you, it involves me in it

those bad ideas in your troubled head today. Leave the restless ghost in his old hotel. Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell. Let the painted

way to see cake But niggas still gotta die hate Well fuck it, I'ma do it 'cause the streets put me to it See y'all niggas is late See it's big face,

"... (Mad Child) It's a wonderful thought, that I could take one road And end up in L.A. when it's time to take a load off my shoulders Cause it gets

Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside the bubblegoose It

them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide