' the price Livin' in the world where false preachers got us prayin' to Christ Get with the young girls in the choir and layin' the pipe No control of our
When people wore Adidas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people was behavin' like hip-hop was good There lived a little
my brothers who've got locked down in jail We'll moanin' for my sisters who be constantly abused Moanin' for the children who resisted our fail Moanin
differentiate snakes from those that love me, There's a thin line between happiness and hopeless, An even thinner line between on point and out of focus, BUT Back to my story
sad day? Eyyyyy-yeah All your young life you've seen such misery and pain The world's a cruel place to live in, it ain't gonna change yeahh You're so
, yeah you smell him, yeah Don't leave your girl around me True playa for real Ask my nigga, Pharrell I don't know Situations will arise in our lives
's kinda hard to believe That a whole generation will die over greed And that most of our young will die overseas But it all remains to go unseen We are living
) Nokio give us a beat baby, some gangsta shit, yo CNN, the best group that ever lived Best blowin' fuckin' group that ever lived in rap Hundred percent real stories
crazy little vato brought up in my crazy race (What race is that?) The race of the Brownest Where every Mexicano lives to be the downest Crazy ass stories
believe Because they chose naivety (Chorus) Don't you know that ghosts exist? Do you believe in exorcist? Don't you know that demons live? Do you live
Because they chose naivety (Chorus) Don't you know that ghosts exist? Do you believe in exorcist? Don't you know that demons live? Do you live
dirty, grittin' for our shit Y'know what I'm sizzlin'? Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on my own I was down and dirty when I was young but now
tradition, And the way to be true to your living is strange. We come in peace, But if you wanna be dumb and beef, A gun is somethin' he wanna be young
[Intro: Young Chris] Yeah... uh, C. West We do this, Joe Budden Yeah, young Chris, what, what? Yeah, uh [Young Chris] To the heart of North Philadelph
, it continued to uhh, give 'em Hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz With a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets
if your real or your fake why don't you love me? for bein me but ill never know so ill never let my feelings grow [underrated] When i was growing up young
you? Sometimes you go a shade under a blue Living our lives in nothing but grey And everyone knows rainbows follow rain All the books have been written All the stories
Maybe he'll let me work with him? Ssh Crime stories I'm tellin' ya, man, you get no glory 'Cause I'm not gonna mislead my young brothers Crime stories