a pulp The writing on the walls been beaten to a pulp All I ever wanted was my story to be told All I ever wanted was my story to be told I never got
was my story to be told I never got struck by soMin in my core I never took back that joint i rolled What happens now to the truth I told Do they all
had my heart inside of your hand And you played it To the beat Baby I have no story to be told But I?ve heard one of you And I?m gonna make your head
gonna go down I'm beefin' with different sets I'm duckin' them white folks Playin' my hoes close They tied up like a rope I'm slangin' tryin' ta make
Plus Baby got fucked up in OPP In 97, Got a deal off of you and LV Album sold platinum gold, Bitch i'm comin for mine And motherfuck the legal way, Bitch, I'm
I care You could ask anyone, I even said Ya were my great one Now its, over, but I do admit I'm sad. It hurts real bad, I cant sweat that, cuz I loved a
played it to the beat (Tears are gonna fall, rolling in the deep) Baby, I have no story to be told But I've heard one of you And I'm gonna make your
survive I'm staying alive Who looks after your home I do it on my own And how do you sleep I sleep alone Nobody told me that I had to live this way Yea I could really have a
just rest for a second\") \"ok\" I promise I'll bring it home, let's invest in the text (c *mon) I'm about to hit you with the hook I be addressing it
denied I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to
sleep I got her sneakin out Tupac ain't nuttin nice I'll be nuttin how I wanna, and doin what I'm gonna Now I'm up to no good The mastermind of mischief
I moved out sold a pound a weed, made g's, bought a new house i'm only 17, I'm tha new kid I got me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi but all good things
I told you, that i'd try And you said that i lie Like i have something to sell Come on wait a minute You think i've been in this For a little while
is my block, my spot, I am here I'm a SouthSide nigga 'till the bone, get that clear. [scream] Now I got a better hustle so I'm gettin' better bread Buy
dem You see I told you I'd murder dem [50 Cent] They sayin I'm an accident waitin to happen I got one in the head, I'm just waitin to clap it A pimp
Game] I need a "Real Love", Mary, holla at me if you need a real thug We could ride through Compton and see real Bloods Real Crips and I'm-a always hold
