Ghost Town Don't Give Up (feat. D.O.C. & Shadowkatt)

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In the darkest hour, the sun may be at its highest
Forcing us to Tip toes on an rocket
Dying to sing like choir folk with a relentless 
Desire to keep.pressing continue
And it starts
The animals know long before we do
And they always think its their turn
But its yours

Ive been through pain and suffering
Never giving up, now i got my team
Murder everything and im fuckin em up
With a bitch in the back and shes givin it up
A ghost town nigga never give a f*ck
Cuz the way we dump slugs and the fact that we nuts
Bangin on the beat, and we bringin the heat
Fuckin em up, wit a murderous sheet
D.O.C. and i flip over trees, dont talk to me unless you want P's
I need my guap, now look at me drop
Bring it back real fuckin hot
Run up on ya spot, now ya gonna lose a knot
Cuz i let the body rot, when i pull up on ya block
Im really fuckin hot, and im murderin em all
Ima murderous fiend, and im really ready to ball
I do it for the Ghost's man f*ck a bitch
Never really on that sucka shit
You really wanna run up, get done up when my guns up
Fuckin em all up even when the suns up
Never givin a f*ck cuz the way i was raised
A motor mouth master, leavin em dazed
My cynical lyrics are leavin em raced
Velocity got em in so many ways
The way i be spittin, be rippin em up
Look at the (cannon) of shit that ive done
Fuckin em up, everything on the block
You better start runnin, when i murder (wit bok?)
My partners in music are all that ive got
Ive got right packed, so im runnin wit a glock
F*ck with us your gonna die
Ghost town nigga never hide

Get down to get up, spit rounds to mix guts, break down to twist up
(We dont play in divisions)
So profound we lift up, in pounds and quick bucks
From the sounds of 6 nuts
(Who's Contemplatin your livin)
At your crown we click bust, see the mounds of mistrust
We're down to slit sluts
(Your ever living expenses)
Step up to get cut, reluctant ass fucks, Ghost town dont give up

I'm on the road to heinous images haunting my conscience
My nerves are so alarmed i'm snoozin on ominous nonsense
Tryin not to give up on my people who've obviously lost it
Maybe not as far as the needle but hearts are accosted
Left my darkness in orbit, internalized it gets morbid
Inverted eyes, couldn't see the size or the flavored assortments
Spit my rage in the mornin, i guess you can say its a warnin
Like puttin a dunce in the corner, he's bringin the guns not to flaunt em
Someone pushed and kicked on em, took a shit and spit on em
Ripped up the niggas persona, so inside his eyes your a goner
With the sharpest katana, full body suit for the slaughter
I aint trippin on karma, cuz i am yours but with honor
Cause and effect of drama, connect the electric bomber
So ima take my time to kill wit no mineral water
Tactical lyrical martyr, leering at your spirit beyond a
Dreary appearance, me killin you is just ridding the fodder
Cuz i laugh at a bitch, grab it and slam it, put that ass on the ground
Go ham on a bitch
Then i slam on a bitch, when i wrap it and tap it
Then bust a mariachi dance on a bitch
Cuz i laugh at a bitch, grab it and slam it, put that ass on the ground
Go ham on a bitch
Then i slam on a bitch, when i wrap it and tap it
Then bust a mariachi dance on a bitch

Creep wit a nigga through the darkest part of hell
The wasteland where the banshees, ghouls, and the demons dwell
Ain't no god for you to dammit
Ain't no time for you to panic
See the devil in the mirror and he's comin for that ass quick
Us niggas livin off profits made from addictions
Enslavement is they conviction, and Greedy is our religion
To keep they mental indigenous, Public commonly fearin us
F*ck it, that's how we love it, won't have it any other way
I'll hit the ratchet with these full metal jackets
Wit extra attachments, to see if they really about this savage shit
Spray a combatant with an extended apparatus
High as f*ck off the molasses, while i'm clutchin on the maverick
Touch a nigga watch me kill off him and his crew
Drain the blood out the bodies til they carolina blue
No survival for you bitches, when im creepin on you hoes
Smash you wit a metal pole like that nigga Remy LeBeau bitch

Ghost town niggas rockin black so concealed wit they craft
In the field hauntin tracks, Ghost Ryda!
Ghost ryda niggas known for weapon concealin
And drug dealin, duck when i bust the weapon im wieldin
Cuz this is how it goes down in the Ghost Town
This is how it goes down. click click pah!
Cuz this is how it goes down in the Ghost Town
Skerrrt 

Get down to get up, spit rounds to mix guts, break down to twist up
(We dont play in divisions)
So profound we lift up, in pounds and quick bucks
From the sounds of 6 nuts
(Who's Contemplatin your livin)
At your crown we click bust, see the mounds of mistrust
We're down to slit sluts
(Your ever living expenses)
Step and to get cut, reluctant ass fucks, Ghost town dont give up
Get down to get up, spit rounds to mix guts, break down to twist up
(We dont play in divisions)
So profound we lift up, in pounds and quick bucks
From the sounds of 6 nuts
(Who's Contemplatin your livin)
At your crown we click bust, see the mounds of mistrust
We're down to slit sluts
(Your ever living expenses)
Step up and get cut, reluctant ass fucks, Ghost town dont give up

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