Lose yourself, you're young and you've got time It's simple then Start here And move forward You'll figure it all out eventually, or not Either way
for ya'll, roll for ya'll/Really thank God for ya'll cause I would not be here if ya'll had not paved the way for me/ We here doing our thang/ Cause way
pharoah, here's the medicine, see the arrow The Fellas, the Neighbors, and the Ghetto Dwellas From New York to Missouri My glory is handshakes and
You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates You wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate Run for your life when I'm starting Suckers are
and I'm stickin to it Here's my story and I'm stickin to it Here's my story and I'm stickin to it Here some stories and I'm stickin to it Annnnnd CUT
't feel bad, I know you feel bad Things that happen everyday Around the world or around your way We just just tell a story, tell a story Where can I start? Start
Well, here's a little story I got to tell About my Father up in Heaven whom you know so well But let me start off by settin' the record straight from
of junk mail Drivin' test drive fail, vain search for the Holy Grail Every move you make, every breath you take Every twelve inch record your dumped
? It just depends, Hook his ass up with all his dead friends, Here ye, here ye, sincerely, Why so many haters fear me? Dearly departed, y'all started
didn't hear it you're gonna hear it right now."] [Slug] Bam, the door way opened for me I saw ways and told the story Raw day dreams of holding glory
tot play with it) There's nothing you could do They say he's a radical, he don't fit the game A heart full of glory and a fist of pain A couple of battle
song And made a record I could claim The little tune jumped on the charts And rode me right on up to fame It netted over ten thousand dollars And added glory
[Doctor Ignatius Stone:] It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within
girl of you (x2) A pupil transferred here from Lavender Lake She wrote a winning essay on self-denial Some underage urchins were forced to matriculate, Their records kept here
(featuring Ken Dawg & Layzie Bone) [Krayzie Bone] I need another motherfucking cigarette, shit, fuck that Niggaz start to riot, it'll never be peace
daddy, get 'em Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion Listen, Grand Hustle, best respect this vision My records
I have that old dining room table? And there?s a couple of chairs I could use.? ?Well, you know that you?re headed to glory, And like a star, up to