his time for move making Mood thugs breaking and leave your styles faking Cream is the theme of this wicked world we breathing Schemeing whilst dreaming
my story about my fall from glory, And how I levitate from the fate time put before me, They say 'Be patient', but what the fuck is patience when my heart is
hold back, I'ma put it where it's suppose to be at And that's non-stop, party-hoppin', it's on Now the moral of the story is what? (That's crazy) Exception
Why is every street a living hell? Probably 'cause they want us to fail Yeah, three strikes and surely back to jail Like the slave ships when they sail Years and years
go) Let yourself go (Time is passin' 'til the cops come) Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress (On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the
On top of the statue yellin', "Who want what?" For the past ten years, the future is us Eyes closed like I'm blowin' reefer The preview is over, now
mobstability) And when it's money over bitches 'cause you're stackin' your riches (Playa, that's mobstability) Gettin' your mind right for payin' for the year
turn red Sky turns grey Children slangin white in the hood We call it yaay drink old gold Down my yellow brick road Then rewrite my script til my story is
the pimps are colder The end is over, Coroner, come roll him over An' I don't just look real, this crook deals coke Only thing whiter, dog, is Brook
This was three whole years ago [KIM] Yes, yes I know I know how pain can grow When the rock you hold onto Is a love miles away, listen: Please, I already know the story
limited, grieving like it's my last year My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier Told me if he can do it again, he'd do it over Poverty's king
I got three little ones and I'm hurting and I'm lonely So threw away my dreams when I left school, now I'm 22 Never should've choose him over You Save
years ago Only you know, how the story goes You took what I got left all in me First you came, now the Lord's callin me All in me, is what my Outlawz
I can remember is a trife life [Chorus: repeat 2X] Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story) Bizzy's... story (we want Bizzy's story) [Interlude: Bizzy
ten times or more The stories of some sailors curse on the bridge Where it opens to let the boats through But the natives all laugh at grandpas old stories
or they've somehow slipped away And in this darkness is there salvation? Is there forgiveness for hesitation? Can someone tell me, can someone say when The writer of this story
they are too weak Tomorrow is another day Tomorrow is the day of joy Tomorrow is the day of sin When the strong will take over the world Tomorrow is
enemy What we called the big red scare is just my neighbor over there With hopes and dreams, the same as me, the same as me America the free, wake up from your fantasy Is