to solve again Dude that broke in my crib - it wasn't involvin him Four in the mornin, my phone ringin I'm thinkin, "Who da fuck is this," on the other line
wanna leave all the pettiness behind You don't really wanna see me cross dat line Leave me alone or you'll be sorry Beef ain't nothin? new to me, you
about that I bet the whole queens go around 86th with the chrome bash crew The young guns and laws voice made the new scream Create Death story two The story
you my sinsation I know I'm preaching to the congregation we love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan [Tearra Mari] See theres three sides to every story
the spine or the belly, gun on me I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fuckin wit that red line cuz i'
my vices, I got my vice verses I got my vice verses The wind could be my new obsession The wind could be my new depression The wind goes anywhere it
by a trigga thinkin' he Schwarzenegger Fools don't take him I took him across the liver Keep Lloyd line on my stomach from the sizzler The drama is a part of the story
towards the corner store Nah, he's at the park playing ball} {Oh, here he comes now Hey guys Where have you been? Man, I've got a story to tell Hit it
hear the same stories everywhere we go Hey, it's nynuk who stole the show So for all you party people who are in a state of shock We're the new kids
buck wild, word is bond he, whoa Uhh and that's just how the story go And whoever I forgot on this shit is, whoa Aw man, whoa, eighth street, life stories
to gain I be tryin' to cross the line but with that I gotta bring the pain Now I tried to compromise, see the other side of the story But that's easier
, we're goin' freaky We gonna funk it, track for track Dangerous Crew style Ant Banks, let me flip this one more time Ya ready? All you brand new rappers got a new
on my mind Grabbed the microphone and then I started to rhyme What would life be if it wasn't Too $hort It be nothin' but rappers from old New York But
coolaid. Ima sit on your couch and masterbate then call up my boyfriend and see if he ate. Spit out my bubba-licious ...(don't know these 2 lines) ....
I think we would see the beauty then, we would stand staring in awe At our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges Like a story told by the fault lines
Rip inside, my syllables simmer for every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz
when I was a boy on the east side of Detroit Crossin' 8 mile into Warren into hick territory I'd like to share a story This is my story and you cant