's my, ghetto story (*Story) Been in hell through the fire, now, gonna take it higher (This a survival story, true ghetto story) Here's my, ghetto story
yesterday, and I headed straight Up 78, to the ATL These record sales done paid me well So I'm smoking good, can't you smell? Life is hell, till you
Well, she?s up against the register, an apron and a spatula With yesterday?s deliveries and tickets for bachelors She?s a moving violation from her conk
that I flipped the keys Let me ask you a question You remember my 'Lac The green one that I had with my name in the back Why you won't tell me Hell who
Wave away my yesterday 'Cause I'm leaving it behind me Hello sunshine, come what may I feel something new inside me I hear the birds singing Now my alarm
ain't true, Lately I've been living on the edge I don't recognize my own face or my friends. Chorus: Read the writing on the wall Hey, Mr. Smiley Wake up, Mr
school And all my friends they just dream and drool And on the way the music blasts We hit my street he lets off the gas Just before my house appears
Oh my my, look what I've done I'm on the run, I've got California I kissed you goodbye with a tear in my eye I packed up my truck and went for a drive
that can teach my pops Watch my pockets increase ta knots Play the low so I speak ta cops Walk the beat in my bop an my beef and Broncs Ice in my piece
Benn: Hello Cervantes: Donkey Daniel Defoe: To christen the day! Samuel Richardson: Hello Henry Fielding: Tittle-tattle Tittle-tattle... Lawrence Sterne: Hello
gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
because we love this life And we don't stop Dance to the new day, sing to the new day Rhyme to the new day, transform hell into Heaven God lives through, grab hold of today Yesterday
to nowhere I don't believe the preachers They're just sticking out their hands I don't believe the government And who the hell's this Uncle Sam? Mr
's on the ground The neighborhood gathers 'round Poor Mr. Dynamite Poor Mr. Dynamite Oh no I'd have mercy and pity on Poor Mr. Dynamite Hey where are you now Mr
first day of school Hooray BUCK: Mornin' mornin' Hi ya hi ya Mornin' mornin' Hiya hi ya STEVE: Hello hello He ya he ya Hello hello hey ZANNA: Who's got
of my fate and-" "A woman's place is in the-" "Beauty is only skin-" HAPGOOD: Put your heads, Hello! Hello! Goo-ood... Hello! Hello! Reverse! Goo-ood...Hello! Hello
happy people stop to say hello! [Stranger:] Get out of my way! [Stan:] Even though the temperature is low, it's a perfect Sunday morning in my quiet,
