, From our city walls, end of the renaissance, And so the walls where the colours once played, Were replaced by the buff, now a sullen blunt grey, White washed, shitty, all grey
the clup pay the V.I.P. Show me love BCC in the double tree Rap star at the bar pour bottles of bubbly We MCs rocking box like Run-DMC Spread love
From the streets of antoine, to the homestead hoods From mo city to studewood, it's all good I'm riding on platinum grey, with z-ro and trae Gon let
I'm done what I do, I'm dumpin her on the crew And this is everyday, won't stop til I'm old and grey I'ma drop in the M.I.A, pop when I'm on my stay Shop
the seam lets take the boat out wait until darkness let's take the boat out wait until darkness comes nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
homie right here he was in the grims, til he cold ran the wrong colombian. Politision, Collage prison, electrician, officetion, we all gone end up in this position, in the box
home In the grey Grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that I call home In the grey, grey ghost
ha ha... ha ha... ha haa?¦ it is kind of a funny story He lives in a four by two glass box It reminds me of my head I wish my floor would have rocks,
Coward ass mothufuckas Poppin off that cappa Could get chu killed like othas Maybe it's not yo time Maybe it could be mine Then put me in a box and burry
so Course our seats are front row Free throw, alley, Home boy don't scuff my ballies I'm chilling from where on South Beach, Perhaps tissin' my **** forever South Beach, Fire, fire, fire, scorching Grey
it takes Let's burn the place before we motivate Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his mate if the bitch scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape It
Way down through the XXXXXXX Where ever in hell you know It was down in st XXXXXX That I first heard the sound Of Nina's voice on the juke box xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Along with all the reasons, I had for hanging on I'd be better off in a pine box On a slow train back to Georgia Or in the grey walls of a prison doing
world as a stone Concrete daubed in dull monotone Your heart is the big box of paints And others, the canvas we're dealt Your heart is the big box of
if I weren't pleased and wanted to be teased and taunted. it's all confetti and rice particles, trophies and vice articles, at the end of my grey
time my captors pay Stop the torment, cut me loose Unbind me from my chains Before my eyes a veil of mist Encompassing and grey Once again Momentarily
but she's okay Carmen tells me where she's been Nightmares that she's seen Makes me want to scream Hear the things that she's been through Grey and