to change y'all That's how it's goin for you So here it goes, c'mon now [chorus x4: buddha monk] Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream Gotta get
, I got a story to tell Hey, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, man, listen up, I got this story
your back and pass the weed I ran wild deep in the game off of change Nigga, bitch won't fuck 'em nigga won't kill me But its all in the game See pop
children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. *
a story to tell My rhyme flow different like a hieroglyphic Mind prolific, infinite, like mathematic The first language, now add that, and add graphics (Go 'head) Then go let the blocks know it's
- Peace - Let's hope for peace, Let's hope for peace, Peace - Let's hope for peace, Peace - Let's hope for peace. (peace, peace, peace, peace...) Peace - Let's
motherfucking caps back Yeah, the game, that's how we do it Everyday all day, straight riding Fuck all y'all homeboys (yo yo yo what's up) [Daz Verse
take shots at legends That's just somethin' I don't do Let me tell you why I do this shit I'm a son of a gun, 'cause mom's was a hoover crip First day
hood and do somethin else, but yall young niggas thats taking the game and fucking it up, nigga i was hustlin before most of you mutha fuckas was in school, kids under me children
As children we're drawn to gold And wonders of stories told How riches are earned Lessons are learned And all ends well and life is that simple game
children The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him And that's how I knew that he was a special child "Hi baby, what's wrong?
for their fairy tales And when the time has come They are the only ones There's just one thing to say Come watch the children play
, that's the byrd call I still be where the weed flip, in the P's wit the trees lit So much water in the order, it's just leavin' 'em seasick Wit a ski
old cat, get his Kangol clapped brains blown back, dissin' Dame, but Dame dont rap shame on black, the game's so whack Dame sonned you children
s us know the word or Clap (clap clap) that's the bird call [JR Writer] I still be where the weed flip in the p's with the tree's lit So much water in
if you know you can't fight Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours There's a one percent chance that it might be another man's And we know the life
or gas no more than the glass will contain When you talk about the hand of glory A tale that's rather grim and gory Is it just another children's story that's
a game kin fold game not playin' with ya Gotta brang the slangs if the painter ain't gone paint yo picture Some of the story we can tell it's just bout