so you left for someone else. And i swore I'd hate you forever, yeah I kept it all inside, then I wrote it down on paper so the world would know the whole story
your passion You're not an open book So don't let her take just one look Under the cover Let her discover Don't - stop the surprising, no Don't - take
wanna hear me deny That your satisfaction lies in your ILLUSIONS But your delusions are yours and not mine We take for granted we know the whole story We judge a book by its cover
First Verse] Bitch niggaz still wanna check my urine still can't believe what you see and what you're hearin' you motherfuckers thought you knew the whole story
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
words he's trying to take over the territory ?? "Nobody get any funny ideas" he said in a warning we draw heat, bitches screaming, niggaz running for cover
Bitches talk slick, but they ain't got nuttin for me When I'm in they terriotory, it's a whole 'nother story We never get stuck, sometimes we take the
whole world You're highbrow, holy With lots of soul Melancholy shimmering Serpentine sleekness Was always my weakness Like a simple tune But no dilettante Filigree fancy Beats the plastic you Career girl cover
trying to eat So you cover your face Thinking to yourself "Hey, isn't this creepy?" And they are there praying You'll have a big meltdown And take a
Cappadonna] I twist darts from the heart, tried and true Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin Tell your story walkin Take cover
the book of dead is now all forgotten My soul's rotten, still the blood's spilled I feel Chills, I'm still plottin, I'm ill-norm Take life forms like
end, down by the corner. Down at the edge, round by the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you
to eat so you cover your face thinking to yourself "Hey, isn't this creepy?" And they are there praying you'll have a big meltdown and take a mono-
Ha, ha, ha That's just the sound of the Hen', true story Buddy Roe They say tell the truth, Shane and them (Uh, uh) Thank God for the thugs too Drop
Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen' True Story, that's what we call it Thank God for the thugs too Buddy Roe Drop the top and let the sunshine in
Bilal Singing Background] Well there you have it ya'll The story of pimps and hoes ya'll know how it goes It's been the oldest profession The whole
push the date back, now that's what you get Dog, I'm tryin to destroy the salary cap The Source is happy we came six covers, it's covered That'll last