hop in He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh This another story about the wrong path I
life we been livin, one day we might fall And the only choices we givin got our backs against the wall. And I know we're all God's children He's got
to have it on lock None of my baby mommas hated to see me come up Cause I took care of all the children when the times were tough That's what the real
know him well. His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life, He had twenty-seven children, yet he never had a wife. And it's ride, Willie,
, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know) [Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone):] Why does everybodys story seem
40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (??) Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney It's
this earth It's time we start being good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's
had the stupidest verse? This dude is the truth, now everybody's giving him guest spots His stock's through the roof I heard he's fuckin' with S. Dot!
The first nigga only put out albums Every 7 years (haha) [Game (Commentator)] (You know what speakin of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song westside story
[Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me any
Okay, Yoko peace - peace - let's hope for peace, let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. (peace, peace
mix...laying down with some chick That suddenly it'll click How this broad in my drawers dont know shit Bout what I did 'fore I was big When's there's
red, the sky turns grey Children slangin white in the hood, we call it yay Drinkin' Ol' Gold down my yellow brick road Where we write my script until my storys
Jersey's tryna take over the set And Television is on deathrow for killing BET and MTV over a dice game And paralyizing CNN for knifing him in the neck I hear Clear Channel's
Thomasson -- Rickey Medlocke) There's a story to tell about days of old A man and his gun, a street fighter I'm told There's one in every town, tryin
where the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers, hollow-tip lead busters There's no heaven or hell -
you Hip-Hop queers Since ILLMATIC, IT WAS WRITTEN: I AM...NASTRADAMUS That's the answers to the puzzle I gave you, now here's a promise My next few albums
