spring of '81 There was no doubt that stubborn boy was just like my father's son And when I thought my patience had been tested to the end I took my
Lookin' for my, my... My right hand, my right hand man (repeat 4x) Say... my right hand, my right hand man My right hand, my right hand man My right
is not Why can't you display The love you know we've got? Thought you were made of The stuff it would take My mistake Marry you, Terry Not on your life
selling that crack Some of my thugs in the penn dead wrong Got a lot of my thugs in the grave long gone May they rest in peace My nigga sleep Nigga be
I'ma win 'Til the fat lady sing the last note in the hymn Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma grind 'til then [repeat] [Fishscale] Yo, uh, my story Fishscale
inspiration world of lies i see your failure in my eyes tears burn an open wound burn away the memories of you tip toeing to avoid your selfish sob story
my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas died, it's too many to mourn for I'm thinkin bout my youth, us as little kids Am I wrong
tapes By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals and let the funk recreate it And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze thuggin for
still have time. But make no mistake my friend I'm sure some barricade somewhere has started calling. I'm so sorry we missed each other when you last
my last cd this shits in my trash, I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass, I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if its my last. You can die
but this part of the story could spark a cultural rage so at the sound of the tone we just turn the page [Chorus] starting today we?ll tell the story my
of us were too stubborn Still lived together though, though decided maybe we should take a break I never really wanted that, I just wanted change, that was my mistake
campground And we spotted a tent and we met another camper And he told us his sad story-- Well he had been dumped by a girl that he loved and he told us
fans that held us down till everybody came around. Welcome. It's here. Last summer we took threes across the board But by fall we were a cover story "
what is mine. In Preservation of your life of mystic a reparation that at last will be seen, Untouched by the hand of god, Look what it has done to us
lights we fade into the rearview mirror. This is the last attempt at a mere goodbye. Its just beginning. Does this story have an end? Can you feel my
