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Uh, and ink pens I use to in every color I think in To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the then I... I... I... I...
Yes, ladies and We have a guest for you this evening Ghost, you
Yo, I verbally paint pictures, I'm the hood's storyteller This about a young boy with the older fellas him the lives you see on TV He ran across town like rhyme CD's And big chains, new clothes, and Reeboks too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a in Atlanta And his pops got through debt, he was a dealer So he jazz, fox jump off the suit cases No more cross-town, now he's crossing them and new faces, not knowing who to trust So when the door kicked they scream "This is a bust" "Is it a set up?", it seems funny, a scuffle out He got hit, dropped the cases spitting blood out of his He walked four blocks to die to survive And now all that's left is his mom "God Why?"
Uh, and ink pens I use to write in every color I in To paint a picture with every that I speak in Yeah, the gallery is the beat I... I... I... I...
Yeah, yeah, let me begin by "Shut the fuck up!" Let my begin by saying I don't this man knew what he had in store He opened the door and found the bag the floor Not a peep, working a lot, get the flame, aim, pop Open the box and take off out the back of the shop Scoping the lot, hoping the cops hadn't the plates on his car He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a heart it cool like Humphrey Bogart, put the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop, one in a bag, envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow Two weeks went by, got a box in the In the box was a made of gold down from the ring, recast with two rings and a band And he at it sitting in the palm of his hand And sat down to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his in the picture on his side the ring on the finger on the week that she died As he looked in the reflection, at eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it right in his head that
Uh, and ink pens I use to write in every color I in To paint a picture with rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I... Uh, yeah, uh
Fiasco!
You know he didn't have power in his thrusters to muster Warp 5 Plus if he pushed it, the fuel cells could rupture they would die Then the galaxy suffer but he knew he had to try But he couldn't risk it, put the in the escape pod and kissed it And told her goodbye, she started to cry, but he knew if he distract 'em He could buy her some time and she could it out alive Turn the around and got prepared for the stand off Space mind had one of the hands off laser cannons and he got the system jammed And he the whole fleet, blood seeping through his teeth The final saga in the planet wars Unsheethed the sword and he charged forward His eyes flashed behind the cockpit glass He let out a laugh and then all she heard was a blast
Uh, spraypaint and ink I use to in every color I think in To a picture with every rhyme that I speak in Yeah, the is the beat then I... I... I... I...
Yeah, ladies and This has been a Fort production Ghostface! Fiasco!
Uh, spraypaint and ink
It's an expression out of a simple can of paint Look, it's the easiest way for the average kid to paint things using himself as the of it You get into the gallery there soon, man Why? I'm not gonna be one day Why do you always say it's true