is the story of our lives I beg you - open your eyes! Blessed in this age: the economy which maintains the modes of power Our labor and our dollars
are one and we won't tire We are the bold United souls We live to win another victory Our sacred scars Show who we are And tell the story of our memories
lights Cause we like, young nigga Get your mobb on show em what a G like Around the corner it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our
you come try to sleep in our beds eat off our plates, take a walk in our shoes look at the world from our view try to live by our rules drink the same
because those thugs are gonna (live on) [Krayzie Bone (Bizzy Bone):] It's like I'm going down yeah though the air)young thugs, young thugs, young thugs, my young
guess we?ve must be looking for a different kind But we can?t stop trying ?til we break up our minds Til the sun drips blood on the seedy young knights
Young, baby, you know I live that thug life The good die young, so I?mma need a thug wife Yeah, I?m talking his and her firearms Know our jewelry prolly
: Several years ago In a foreign town Far away from home I met the Count of Tuscany A young eccentric man Bred from royal blood Took me for a ride Across
while hangin with the wrong kids Who later would live short lives or do long bids I guess you could say I was saved by hip hop Young, recitin "+Fuck The
So it's not a straight line no more Til we walk around looking like some wind-up dolls Shit's stickin out of our backs like a dinosaur Shit, six hits
: [Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman) And everyone should get along.. Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce our new substitute
me in 45 Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live the car crash hearts (Long live the car crash hearts) Long live
cutters drawn they're snapping the link The most social of cultures judged antisocial For living with families out in the open Where as we live in boxes
or I'm a-die Inside-and either way you lose me momma so let loose of me I got the rain our direction'll soon change To live and die in N.Y. in the hustle
hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace for our children, for our country, for our world, for our future,
true; He told how he'd saved up his earnings for years, Just to build a home for two; How when heaven had sent them their sweet little babe, Their young happy lives
never before heard so vividly and honest. This is the story of a young man who not only believed in himself, But his dreams too. This is the story of
Priest? What up, cat? Since you're one of the dopest MC's that I ever heard I want you to kick the story Yeah, I got one, already.. The dopest story
