.E moving shut the fuck up [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden
(Shut the fuck UP!!!!!) '98, its ours [Nature] Ay Yo, Ay yo, Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like i'm sprewell golden
's what his mouth is sayin', see in the ring? It's a different story You know what I mean, in the ring, that's a different story) In the right hand corner
you catz can't touch what I reach And quiet as kept you niggas can't hush what I speech My story's too deep life real, clear as the streets See my iced
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Here's a little story
the world and have more fun than you My stories told Will be ones of adventure with girls involved Stories untold The streets outside of New York are paved in gold
window down tryin' to act real slick And started smilin' like a hooker with a bag of tricks You stuck your hand out the window trying to show me gold Your forty-second street
back, b***, okay, check us out Just like Easy, n*** I'm roofless Catch me with your breezy, pushin' that new whip Drop top new six, white on white new
a lot of stories So tell me if they're true Oh, I would die for you Knowing that you're mine You tell me that you're sorry You say your heart is new
the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin' Look around, your town is crumblin' This Big Tech from the Midwest, leavin' MC's lipless On the Wake-Up Show, make up no, stories
at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown Little ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto street Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong Talk what
's signed up as a soldier out to play the music game There are fake patches on his jacket He's used bleach to fade his jeans With a brand new stay pressed
golden streets of glory And when I've reached my journey's end And if I'm worthy to go in Golden streets of glory, I walk on And the golden streets
said we all could go So I'm up and out of the ghetto, son of a gold miner City slicking, Carolinian standing out like Ming China A golden bull at heart
Shut the fuck up) '98, it's ours Ay yo, ay yo, regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail I kick street tales, choking niggas like I'm sprewell Golden
-shocked, black out like I been in the service Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold
goddesses, devils and demons I'm weed steamin, gold 32 karat tech gleamin Cream feenin, like casino, trapicante gambino Rollin strapped on a bike, new
the bank in your town Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat Fallin out the windows of east new