Lyrics:
spinnin'
you took me for a ride
(You) made me think I was winnin'
(Oh you) said you'd be right by my side
You made me buy your lies
About you and I (you
Ginobili
And you know me
Im telling stories
You acting like it's boring
Niggas steady sleeping
Yea they snoring
Why charge me for my loyalty
I'll get it by
base
And I'm based
On a true story
My life a true story
Authored by His story story
The old me is history story story
That work ethic
Creating epic work
the reason you left
I did that by myself
But I wish you'd come back before
The sun comes up again
Cause my eyelids ain't heavy enough
And there ain't enough
Should I tell you my story
Should I tell you my story
Should I break it down to you
Should I tell my story
Yeah my story
Rel life
My story is
Oh heya yaye
Helele le na ne
Hey you know the story
Yho (Hoyaya yeh)
(Helele le na ne)
By the sacrifice
Of Your love You paid the price
I have
rozpieprzę siłą
Cofnę was do podziemia na drodze stanie mur
Nadszedł czas rozliczenia nadchodzę by przynieść ból
Ja chcę czegoś więcej i fire wiem że tak
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
My Daddy is a boss already
I always wanted to do real-estate
gain respect & tell my story threw music some might relate
My whole life I've been
murderous
Mur, mur, ma, murderous shit
Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh uhh
I keep the gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gah, gah, ga, gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit
Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT
Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH
I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
[MURS]
It's the end of the beginning
So I thought it only right that I bring along the
Motherfuckers I started this shit with
2003MG Melancholy
hear my whispers muffled by the crowd
Muffled by the beat
Speak over the snares and stare uneasily
Till I meet Capital STEEZ and Eazy E
The same old
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
(Yea) This is my story, yeah, I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke to sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yea) This is my story, money, cars,
(Yeah!) This is my story
Yeah I'm from that Chi-town dirt
I went from being broke
To sleeping in Versace shirts
(Yeah!) This is my story
Money, cars,
begins to swirl
Emulating his conscience
The story does unfurl
The look inside his eyes right then
Any mother would be scared
Taken over by fullness
Yet
The stories of midnight
Midnight stories
Midnight stories
When I'm sad I sing to the world all my ways
Revolted with more of this prison
What I want is to run
every soldier who fought by your side (she tells our story)
I try to make sense of your thousands of pages of writings
You really do write like you're
In the evening by the moonlight
When my mother had finished working
We used to sit around the fire place
Till the cornbread it was done
And then
Your ghost story
Your ghost story
You'll be sitting at home drinking 'bout me
When I'm out with my friends at the bar
But there ain't enough
Bo my siejemy tu pieklo
kazdy wokol wali sie mur (my mamy to)
i wiemy to napewno
prawdopodobnie bedzie gnoj (znamy to)
wiedz ze dla nas
Entre vous et moi c'est une love story
I'll do it all for my love story
Mes ride or die c'est ma love story
I'll do it all for my love story
I'll do it
Crime stories
Boy, you get no glory
I'm not going to mislead my brothers
Crime stories, I'm tellin? ya right now, ah, will they talk? No glory
Scene III,
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