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Ghost Dope Lyrics

Album Name : Hustle Till I Die
Release Date : 2009-06-16
Song Duration : 3:21

Juicy J Ghost Dope


[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
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

Verse 1 (Juicy J):
I knew a thug that had a plug straight outta South
Memphis
but he a drug habit, he couldn't stop sniffin'.
I had my goons meet him, ready to buy about 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 trippin'
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 shootin' in the background.

[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
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

Verse 2 (Juicy J):
This shit was on the news, the Feds busted all my goons
The nigga with the plug habit workin' with them fools
Packin' 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
Tearin' 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 nothin' I'll get life with no
parole
But I don't snitch, hope you niggaz know the business
The wire taps is what they got but no witness.

[Chorus] (Repeat 2x):
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



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