: your Little cow and calf is gonna die V I was awake, dreaming Of new dystopias to run to and hide within And new faces to wear And new bodies to inhabit And new
my brother I sit down on the bed to watch some t.v. [Gun Shots] Do my ears decieve me No That's the fourth time this week Four young brothers got shot in the street
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
My pockets lined with gold, I sold the old to reflect The new tune on my stereo, blow, flow Tasting sweet dreams caresses me, tried a new style Wow,
And put him in that muthafuckin long black hearse I mean, once you gone nigga you layin in the dirt Ain't no love in new orleans, All the way to richmond
peace, we got a ill click of niggaz Now we got producers with beats We already to put shit down in the streets Been hustling to long,we need a new way
7-1-8 Brownsville, what the fuck you want niggaz? New York, you ready for this shit? I don't think so, motherfucker Yeah M.O.P. for life Radio, niggaz
ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new And slangin' ain't nothin' new And for
million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories 8 million stories, 8 million stories
. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized, just to be shot and scalped on the other side, rival those of the Spanish Inquisition. Today, I see street
Flush, you run for Mayor of New York, best over take ya Plus my shit is flavor, my mind increase ill behavior Blow the detonator, my life story is gettin
've ever known And like a blind dog without a bone I was a gypsyu lost in the twilight zone I hijacked a rainbow and crashed into a pot of gold I
golden streets of glory And when I've reached my journey's end and if I'm worthy to go in The golden streets of glory I walk on And the golden streets
me, next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] I'm mad... Refrain: (here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x Parrish: My life story
next time you see me... [...holler like ya know me!] I'm mad... Refrain: (here's a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x Parrish: My life story
about this girl, ya know, drive de man crazy Going out to the raspberry crew, Circle Hear me now, hear me now Let me tell you a liccle story bout this