your mind and open it. When you taste the truth you will see like others before me, to you I am past, a story to tell tell it. [solo Hamm / Schuldiner
floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggaz on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh Yo man
you will see like others Before me to you, I am past a story to tell to you I am past a story to tell, tell it If you think you own the end Take another
Tradução: Muerte. Historia que contar.
with his pop [Chorus x2] Im ready to die Without a reasonable doubt Smoke chronic and hit it Doggy style before i go out Until they sign my death certificate
Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies My lil' homies.. Everybody duckin, my fuckin lil' homies [2Pac] Just pay attention Here's a story bout my lil
when you see me in the drop-top Jag How many niggaz wanna be me? Game is automatic Mandatory I sell To Live or Die, I survive, but with a story to tell
: [2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you. [Dramacydal] Now picture the scenery
the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug livin, hell or prison, never losin my focus I'm makin money moves manditory In a discussion my past records tell a story
like me Buck, buck, pigs get fucked, don't step ta this Quiet has kept them blessed, on a quest with a death wish Tell 'em they come and test, and tha
get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me [Hook] Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death
his death can curb his appetite Live ammo hit the flesh And it feels so right I?ve embellished my life Now God please tell me is this what death?s
The hands that slap his kids around 'cause they don't understand How death or glory becomes just another story How death or glory becomes just another story
the things that troubled you So visit your mirror image of what might have once been Hey now, hey now, what is it boy? But I won't rest Again 'till death 'till death