Ghost Dope

Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat

Ghost dope, ghost dope, them Feds coming cut throat

You didn't catch me with no blow and I don't own no triple beams

And how you gonna charge me for some dope

That I ain't touched or that I ain't seen

I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South Memphis

But he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffing

I had my goons meet him, ready to buy 'bout 20 bricks

Bring the summer time, ooh, I'm 'bout to make a lick

Just like always man we had to check the dope

And he said, "It's all good, man you know we folks"

One of my goons called "J man this nigga tripping

I see about 50 pillows but the other 5 missing

And this nigga nose draining like a waterfall

I'm 'bout to get what I can get and make his heart pause"

Just before I can get this nigga to calm down

I hear a "Freeze" and some shooting in the background

This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons

The nigga with the plug habit working with them fools

Packing all my shit I heard some knocks at my front door

"Come out with your hands up", so now I'm on the floor

It's about to go down, they kicked the doors down

Guns at my head, U.S. Marshals all around

Tearing up my place, nothing never was found

It's in the shotgun house, somewhere in Orange Mound

Interrogation they kept asking me my tele-code

If I don't tell 'em nothing I'll get life with no parole

But I don't snitch, hope you niggas know the business

The wire taps is what they got but no witness