got more class, we know Swimmin' in the money, come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club, you know I ball, Kimo Drop the mix tape, that shit sounded
diamond chain. Every-bodi call me andre u can call me juiceman Verse2 Based on a true story tres a glory Got so many chains on em, sounded like a source
Tell me a story of mind over matter The hope and the glory of life ever after The sound and the fury the cloak and the dagger Days when we sink like a
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, oh, repeat the sounding joy And makes the nations groove The glories
Suddenly it happened, Here we are with all this glory We never thought for a minute, That we were writin a story We took our chances, Somehow we held
Oh my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain't
the neighborhood news team I put down the rock, now I'm strictly hip-hop (Now I) Keep a steady head and stay around the block Party Arty how you like it? (Yo the shit sounds
won't you give in?" We drop facts, over raw tracks that's starring me And Show, they don't know, they sound as if R&B Loot will come later if we stay
shuttle don't show Dolio-Flow, come take me home Around, around, around, around the sons of the flow we goin' Around the underground to spread the sound
'm a give you a shovel so you can dig a grave Leave behind all your fame and wealth So you can say one rhyme then bury yourself huh! I may sound possessed
I ain't Jamaican, man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the makin' man I really apologize how I sound
There'll be a man, one to lead his people into victory One who goes through time, one who seen pain The one who sees the glory, that man is I, Capone
I went walking at street level Feeling strange and disheveled Past the abattoir and the glory holes Like a film noire in the starring role To the side
the sounds of Ghost Radio 777 F.M. and all that, no doubt It's real right about now, yeah The dance floor is packed and all that Everything lookin' glory
re bellin' at the parlay Kicked up, mack, max motion Michael Bolton magazine call, I'm too potent Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck Benadryl The violin in 'Knowledge God' sounded
an' left, so now there's four Four whack crews' outside playin' around I said, ?I'll take you all on, now how does that sound?? Not one had heart enough
through Now I'm doin inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull it it's the end of story Leavin my men in glory Then get shorty to hold