Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh Yo man
you will see like others Before me to you, I am past a story to tell to you I am past a story to tell, tell it If you think you own the end Take another
Traduction: Death. Histoire à raconter.
your mind and open it. When you taste the truth you will see like others before me, to you I am past, a story to tell tell it. [solo Hamm / Schuldiner
floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...
it mean Kicking me down I got to get up As jacked as it sounds The whole system sucks (Janet): Peek in the shadow Come into the light You tell me I'm
uncertainty like me scared of leavin? ' How are the poets, the women and the orphans torn? I miss 'em all like, old opportunities gone What of the elders, story tellers
got left I love my ni**az to death, we ain't s**t without our homeboys .. You know what time it is I ain't s**t without my homeboys Hey, tell em the story
the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story
And when you see me in the drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic Mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my
[2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
all Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the
There is a story that is too long to tell. I write it on the walls of my cell. These words are creeping my naked soul. I'm bleeding tears like an open
, We have nowhere to go, no one to wish us well, I'll cry to find our home, our stories they will tell, We're bored to death in heaven, and all alone
I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me [Hook] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death
