[Intro:]
Ghosty

[NitoNB:]
Even without iron, man's still robbin' (Dig that)
Me and the gang kept doing up opp block, saw no one, don't chat about mobbin' (Nah)
It was me and the mandem plotting, stopping civilians, ask who's shotting (Who's that?)
Gimme that number, give it a ring, how many times had the neighbours watching (How many?)
Staring, try get involved, man dare him (Dare him)
Big bruck back, man air it, straight slug shots or a small ball bearing (Bow, bow)
Go through your top, man's tearing flesh
How can a man just firm all 19? Bro came back, could've swore he was dead (Fuck)
Shit, should be laying there stiff, how can he spend 5 bills for a stick?
Fuck, how can he then get bun?
OT, straight grub and journeys, little bro's out there giving out parcels
Them days it was me and my flick knife, these times here it was Franklin