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
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,
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 to sound
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
for their fairy tales And when the time has come They are the only ones There's just one thing to say Come watch the children play
: [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
: 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,
old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap shame on black, the game's so whack dame sunk some children from in
old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, this is dame, but dame dont rap shame on black, the game's so whack dame sunk some children from
with they shorties, telling war stories some rebel, and some give a glory, and fame is like a game in the streets (wassup g) players kicking game to
up against cash There's really no way of predicting If it will fly or it will crash But that's the nature of politics That's the name of the game That's
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 -
: [Intro: Nas] Yeah yeah, aiyyo black it's time (word?) (Word, it's time nigga?) Yeah, it's time man (aight nigga, begin) Yeah, straight out the fuckin
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
one mother Girl, I guess it's time to let you know that No one be like you So many things So many things Everything Without you There's no possibility There's
...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 a
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
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
