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Ghost, also formerly known as Ghost B.C. in the United States, is a Swedish rock band that was formed in Linköping in 2006. In 2010, they released a three-track demo followed by a 7-inch vinyl titled "Elizabeth", and later their debut full-length album Opus Eponymous. more »

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I seen niggas slain
Hit in his head but he ain't die, man I seen real brains
I lost some soldiers, ain't even cry
I made 40s bang
The ones I love with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it up, I made it rain
It's hectic when we come outside, better not go post a chain
We get a lo know we gon' ride, can't hide, we know your name
Lil' bro searchin' for a stain
Pop out we on your street
This savage shit ain't for the weak
Wake up, go drill repeat
He thirsty pop out with that drac no he won't aim at feet
He want Kato, I said go get him, just leave Trell to me
Get smoked for talking sweet
And we still chasin' bread
Bout buck ill bust your head
Lil' bro still fightin' feds
Wire fraud that's what they said
Don't snitch you better lie
Take somethin' from me and you get fried
Just go ask
Felt no remorse, looked in his eyes
I seen niggas slain
Hit in his head but he ain't die, man I seen real brains
I lost some soldiers, ain't even cry
I made 40s bang
The ones I love with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it up, I made it rain
It's hectic when we come outside, better not go post a chain
We get a lo know we gon' ride, can't hide, we know your name
Lil' bro searchin' for a stain
Load up 50 shells, let the 40s spit
I'ma give them hell till they notice it
All them long nights, with shit to show for it
Stretchin' p's, gotta sell it by the zip
Two qp's what he orderin'
Ran off, so I had to get a flip
Bro couldn't hold the chop, he had to shoulder it
Ringer twist his body tore a ligament
Hit up nine times over 50 cents
Bet he think again before he try again
Blowin' smoke, we lit up like a cigarette
Treat her like a slut, she want a gentleman
Pop a perk and f*ck her show, no sentiment
Almost beat her, had to watch my temperament
Masked up, still ain't leave no witnesses
Walk down, bro ain't good with distances
No Dex, he got my back
It's crackin' if you lack it
He wasn't even livin' like that
Long live Cee Splat
Share the house with real rodents
So I know when he rat
I know niggas really scopin
So I can get him whacked
Won't be no sneak attack
We comin' at your neck
He told me I'm dead, I said, come on, still ain't heard nothin' back
Man, where you niggas at
We ain't been shot up yet
You spun, we ain't see you
Text his phone like, bitch, come double back
I seen niggas slain
Hit in his head but he ain't die, man I seen real brains
I lost some soldiers, ain't even cry
I made 40s bang
The ones I love with me for life nah I can't leave the gang
With my boys like Eddie Kane
This glock gon' do its thing
Box on that bitch, click to the right, switch it up, I made it rain
It's hectic when we come outside, better not go post a chain
We get a lo know we gon' ride, can't hide, we know your name
Lil' bro searchin' for a stain

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