Lyrics:
except for a few people, and the things are,
the grosvenor square marches in london.
The end product of it was just newspaper stories about
riots
Genus Muzik
Huh
Ugh
Y'all know what time it is
AP Venom
GMG's very own golden spitter
You know, touch on a thing or two here and there
Ugh, let's get
your rhymes out
You counterfeit we gon' find out
You want a rapper, are you an actor?
Just exactly what you after
You wanna spit pull your rhymes out
You
sayin?
we're talkin? about crime stories
And I ain't givin? up no propers, no glory
Crime Stories, all the real brothers have been locked up
And you
a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
gold from dentist
Massage by Liz Claiborne
Collect call from Maury
Married life is boring
My house is four stories
Tell ghost stories to Coly
Then
Romances
Posing?
Thank you
Writing captions
What about the book?
What about the book?
Nothing, are you working on the book?
Yes
Good
Don't you give up
Be strong
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Things are gonna get better
They'll get better
But that's life right?
Must be love like
is the story of a champion's fall and rise
The story left me wiping my eyes
Peace are you
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, forever, imagine your locked down
every season
One thing, I can hold on to it's
Who You are
Who You are
You are my love story
You are my love story
The best thing that ever happened to me
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
If things had gone right I never would've left
But if I never left then these are bars I wouldn't write
If I didn't have the Mulrenan tone do you
Hello, Boys and Girls.
This is a story that I like to call, ''Peter and the Wolf''.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Are you!?
Good, then let's begin....
through the church
I was in the pew and knew that I had to search
We are all here 'cause fear is what they serve you will surely die but then's the rebirth
flex
Imma gut you bitch
Don't try it
Ayo, it’s T
Why are y'all playing
Imma fuck it up when I'm on top
Don’t flex woah
Go flex no
You know better
You
fall and rise
The story left me wiping my eyes
Peace Ru
Chorus
Hurricane
Accuse a Hurricane
Ain't change a damned shame
It's life for Hurricane,
hold true so i just need to warn him
Gather round kids it’s a bedtime story
Why they always telling me that bedtime boring
Why you always tell
It's a trife world, ain't gon be nasty, you a nice girl
Liz Clayborne dresses, diamonds to white pearls
Wild thing though, do lot of things low
(Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If
a thousand years of seeing all my loved ones die
And that's how it felt, here I go again, affected by the few faint
I'll just stop my complains cuz this shit's
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
madness!"
Breaking down the me machine (?) related to a blackest
All ?, despite this movie liz-biz
Think for a minute kids, you know where Egypt is
(2x)
will keep turnin' life will go on despite our broken hearts
We can't go back to the way things were
We can't deny the way things are
We can't ever know
fucked by man himself
But there's some of those who are oh so silly one might say
The ones in the king's hand made armor fit only for themselves
Storming
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