to ask Word Seen my homeboys coolin' way out told 'em bout my mornin' Cold bugged' em out shot allmenn little dice until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories
You in urban combat So stay alert, use the attack of the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality rate is high
well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how high I climbed, somehow I always fell I guess a lot of players got this story to
Today in Los Angeles another youth loses his life Gunshot wound to the head Street violence is at an all-time high No jokin', I'm sleepin' with my eyes
lay off The lane's no joke Yo, you players stay broke A ghetto garage makes a nice laboratory PCP and crystal meth, wars of glory End of story, gotta
Well, it was just a dream, just a moment ago I was up so high, lookin' down at the sky Don't let me fall I was shooting for stars on a Saturday night
Yeh, Feels like I?m floating. True Story. Verse 1: Look, I had a homie that used to tell me I would blow But he died before he got to see me bloom Got
Hi oh, hey oh This is how the story goes And you know, I know That we don?t want to be alone Hi oh, hey oh This is how the story goes And you know,
a girl And he's chilling Like nothing of it Now I'm tripping I'm yelling up in public like Oh, can you please just be honest? He tells me some story
or eat pork, we don't fuck with the cops And that's why I'll be gettin' paper til the day that I die So like Monica Lewinsky, keep your head up high, '
damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride through the sky I use to play the hall up fifth floor me And my boys we all poor getting high
I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I'm real, I'm one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y'all care They stories about this world, I wonder
" I said maturely, "You right but better safe than sorry, but for the lovebirds can move to the suburbs, I need to double check your story To make sure
she shouted "move your bloomin'".... I have often walked down this street before; But the pavement always stayed beneath my feet before. All at once am I Several stories high
Well, there's three versions of this story Mine and yours and then the truth And we can put it down to circumstance Our childhood, then our youth Out
) Bottom of the shit Everyday the same story; bull shit ain't shit so everyday the same story More money is the shit everyday the same story Headline
one Going for the one Going for to listen in time Taken so high To touch, to move Listen to life Touching, touch time Travel, twilight Taken so high