' on that fine shit I ain't used to buyin', I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory, like takin' hoe's money, but that's another story, for surely,
: (feat. TNT) [Esham] Think quick, hit me with a brick, lickety split The quicker he flip, the quicker the whip The turbochip, twenty-four inch dipped
piece of charcoal Sketching on walls in a gloomy dark hole Then we put our strengths into building castles Now we?re a tribe of destructive arseholes Crawled on all fours
never look down never look down just keep my eyes straight ahead and try to walk this line tell me all about your favorite human being tell me everything about yourself god, the story
ki' I'd rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed four days
: (feat. Raekwon, Method Man) [Ghostface Killah:] Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust The
gon' do this shit Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then When was doing this shit son, youknowhatimean? Yeah, check the story
distracting this hunger And they was watching 'em for damn near, half of the summer It's a shame how that boy that bagged, right on the Ave One four-fifth
light drizzle, sky; cloudy Lost control at the wheel, a front pole wrapped they Audi It was televised, at the scene live, on Channel Seven Newsflash story
too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world.. (Chorus - Ghostface Killah and Raekwon) It's the illest little story
the 68 thousand down a pair of three Out came the cannon , whistled out zaggin Cham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon It's over , another story
soul Manipulated final score Is shame part of the essential four? Earthly sins dredged in oil What makes her blind the color gold? Too many stories left
get with me, pull a four and a fifty Fuck your monkey ass up, like Bobby did Whitney Trigger fingers get itchy, when niggaz get bitchy And they need they story
a casket, crew cut faggot Now he ain't nothin but food for the maggots Lunch, punch, Hawaiin lyin Niggas ain't buyin ya story bore me Taerin up shit with
Fuck AmeriKKKa, still wit hthe triple K Cause you know when my nine goes buck it'll bust your head like a watermelon dropped from 12 stories up Now let
do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
antichrist is risen The question is now, am I unforgiven? "Legends tells that the creator of this poison's name was Ice Although, others have told different stories