Tonalité : C# minor•
Verse 1
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Fat Money Records S .P .M. baby
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Puttin' it down with that
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Fat Money Records
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Fat Stacks A .C. Chill
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This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?
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These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
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Dope sales and life is hell
Tryin' to stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
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Dope sales and life is hell
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Tryin' to stay out of jail
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I'm rollin' H -Town,
South Park, back streets
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H -C -Chill, all the O -Gs know me
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I'm rollin' H -Town,
South Park, back streets
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H -C -Chill, all the O -Gs know me
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In the bourbon with the candy paint,
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four deep
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Most of my niggas ain't got no car,
that's why we so deep
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We left for funeral,
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see my homie mama cry
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It always hurt me when
any of my homies die
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All of a sudden,
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gunshots rang out
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I guess these young G's
flexing gangbang clout
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We pulled over, I said,
let me out this bitch, man
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One of these niggas finna get they wig split,
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man
Pulled out my strap,
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you know how the show go
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Somebody yelled out, ayo,
here come the po -po's
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I told my niggas, yo man,
I'll catch you later
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Got a pocket full of weed,
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plus they got me on paper
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Built around the corner to
holla at my homie
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Nex t thing you know them fuckin' haters
roll up on me
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Damn, how much hatin'
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can a young nigga take?
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First chance I get a
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motherfucker finna break
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They caught me,
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now I'm in the jail cell pacin'
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Dam n, a violation,
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18 months is what I'm facin'
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These are the tales the ghetto tell
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Dope cells and life is hell,
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tryna stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope sales and life is hell
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Tryna stay out of jail
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I'm pushin' weights,
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tryna have it
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Everything is flat, but at the same time
I'm leavin' niggas on they backs
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Up in the neighborhood,
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I'm tryna stack a lil' cream
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I'm paper chasin', me and T,
we tryna stack some green
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And everything is far as bad
when it comes to drama
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I'm tryna make a lil' cash flow
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Me, Jay, and Mama ain't payin' no bills
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But these niggas got me fucked up
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I'd rather sit on streets
and see my ass locked up
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And serving fiends is an
everyday life thing
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In front of Sam chilling
tryna have a nice day
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And serving fiends is an
everyday life thing
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In front of Sam chilling
tryna have a nice day
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And for this 420 East Texas life thing
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I got the skills to hear the
nigga from Big Mar, man
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At Platinum Shits,
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we gon' drop on the block of D
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Come watch my tongue twist,
break it with my boy C
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Tryna survive, make a meal
with the ghetto dream
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We playa made,
plus we from the heart of S .E.
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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S .P .M., babysittin' dope fiends
at the Dead End
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Fightin' over sales with
my motherfuckin' best friend
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Used to be broke and assed up
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Now I buy dia mond s
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that make my wife pass up
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Bad routes was the path I chose,
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blastin' hoes
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At last I rose, I got cash and clothes
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From the crack I sold
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to let you bastards know
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Stackin' dough,
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sittin' on glass and vogue
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From the crack I sold
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and let you bastards know
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Stackin' dough,
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sittin' on glass and vows
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My ass gon' show,
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I'm straight out the slum
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South Park,
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where you get your car washed for crumbs
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Put these losses on a cookout,
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I ain't stick your took out
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Three dollar pizzas for my lookout
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Licensed cookie baker,
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that's my profession
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Never had my dope in
my own possession
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Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
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I sneak up from the back
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and take you out with no pain
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Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
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I sneak up from the back
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and take you out with no pain
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These are the tales, the ghetto tales
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the ghetto tales
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Dope sales and life is hell
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Tryna stay out of jail
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Chop shop dope highs ride
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All the way on out 2003
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Making power moves
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