Lyrics:
Italian Story
Music and Lyrics: Chet Lam
Arranged and produced by Chris Connors
From the Florence sun to the Venice moon
On and on I travel
Without
Always getting into trouble
I felt like I had to be
Crazy Chris I earned that name
Just a fool it was sad to see
I didn't believe it when they said
God had
still putting in work
She too needy no Chris Breezy but I hit her with a curve
Better move quickly only been two weeks you already want a purse
Man I'm no
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
and M-Easy (what up, fam?)
Oschino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!)
Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey!
All I need is the love of my crew
The whole
Otelemuye ni mi
Niggas see them air Jordans
De won sinu cage Nicholas el Connor
Fucking Made in China flow niggas Yao Min
Bitch am a king on the street
My
and poppin' chris
And mac on u a model bitch
Had a hoe that swallow dick
Since 12 I saw alot of shit god know I know
Witness a man get straight sprayed
I believe that bad luck and trouble, man is all that joins us
I mean that bad luck and trouble, people that's all that joins us
When my bad luck
with the pharaoh
So fire that I break everybody's AC
Feeling like Batman grew up in DC
But my home is in BC with D3
Killing beats like killer bees
Christ be with me.
Tank feeling empty.
Christ be with me.
Fatigue needing energy.
Christ be with me.
Produced By: King Chris for ELR Music
the trouble run
Trouble is coming for you though
By any means ima slide
Running through my mind like it's do or die
Gimme peace through the night
You ain't
the ones in the hood like Connor gon' put the city on
Fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit go
Live for my hood, look this for my block
Ride for the hood,
learned not to give a fuck
But one more man that I have to thank
Chris J my uncle, we are gonna make bank
Off of this music shit we will climb up da ranks
[THUY]
Your're here. It's true
It is as I was told
This man and you
For how much were you sold?
Our vows! Our name!
You squander then on swine
bore
Now you know who’s the Pop God
Let me fuck it all
Hey Eminem older man
This is for you
Diptop can you cut off this beat bro
It’s making me
They can say what they wanna say
I get to the mullah way faster than underlay
What the fuck is a tummy ache
After 30 birthdays Nigga I got a ton
Yo jazzy whats happening man
Yo ice cream tee is that jazzy jeff and the fresh prince
Yeah tey made that rap tune girls aint nutin but trouble
Those
on a mission, Choppers by the windows
See the silhouettes
Just like I'm heading fishing
Pay your rent or meet your soul's eviction
Greet the reaper
Deliver death
see me
I heard a snicker, a laugh, I take a look at the evenin' news
An' see a n**** gettin' cuffed by the boys in blue
Is it a frame up? Tryin'
Dialogue
Mike, Mike pick up the phone man.
This is Roscoe, down here at the club punk.
Come on man I'm throwin' a party tonight, man ya got ta be
yeah I kept it
Leaving nothing left is all I'm left with
My twin and I, that's double trouble
Yeah I'm too fly but I keep it humble
Got mob ties with our
Being touched by a man
That keeps saying you'll be mine
You, you, you
Sweet soul of the dark
Baby, baby you are trouble
Trouble chaser
You keep lowering
stacking
Chris fixing the whips and Kenny making it happen
The boat going down with the captain
Lead by example they really watching your actions
made it by myself is every artist today
Call up Charlemagne and give 'em donkey of the day
Cause ya lying through your teeth but your still
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