me Can a gangster go to Heaven? Let me in I call it survival, you call it a sin Damn, I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell Yeah, yeah,
Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell [Verse 1:] Yeah I'
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Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell [1st Verse] Yeah I
't have it up to here Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere Yeah, 'cause I got it like that It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat
much more to live for, as real as they come Dead man can't talk That's why You're hearin' one side of the story But did they tell You how he provided
'm starting to feel like Jimi Hendrix When they cover the story who started rock Magazines put blankets over my interviews They don't want to see me on channel 7 news Tellin
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls) Song: No Mercy [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin
cause we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell
celly (Blown Benz, chrome rims) Shinin' like the on my (Stone gems, gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin' to tell you the story That soared
hydraulic slide Sparkin' lye in the clouds and reppin' my housin' Like the Wu do in Shaolin There's something I want to tell you (I want to tell you
life, it'll scare ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But step daddy touched me, fucked
side of town I live on the other side of town Pardon me, brotha As you stand in your glory I hope you don't mind as I tell the whole story Some people
celly (Blown Benz, chrome rims) Shinin' like the on my (Stone gems, gold rings) I got it sewn Twinz, I can't begin to tell you the story That soared
get the hell on out the do' There's a story about a bitch named Sally A hot girl lived in that rat-hoe alley She stayed sharp, stayed rockin' balance And a fat
ape Ask Lil' Mo, she was a 'superwoman' with a cape She couldn't speak no English, I had Fat Joe with me So he could tell me what she was sayin about
the last day of the week, man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff So I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That
