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Phat Money
SPM
Putting it down with Phat Money Records
House Records
Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This Ghetto Tales
you know about that?

(2Xs)
These are the tales, the Ghetto
Dope sales and life is hell, to stay out of

I'm rolling H-town Park backstreets
A.C. all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the paint
For deep of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
we so
We left a to see my homie's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my die
All of a sudden gun shots out
I these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I me out this bitch man?e of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my you know how the show goes
Somebody out and yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my ?man I'll Catch you later?t pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know the f**king haters up on me
Damn, how hating can a young nigga take?
chance I get a mother f**ker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail pacing
Damn, a
Eighteen months is I'm facing

(2Xs)

Im pushing weight to have it
is flat
But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on their
Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to a little cream

I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some
And everything is far as bad it comes to drama
I'm trying to a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
Ain't paying no but these niggas got me f**ked up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass up
And serving is an everyday life thing
And from the chilling trying to have a nice day
And for this 420 life thing
I got the skills to hit a from big mar man
And platinum shit we drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto
We playa made plus we the heart of S.E.

(2Xs)

SPM baby sitting fiends at the dead end
Fighting over with my motherf**king best friend
Used to be broke and out
Now I buy Diamonds make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I
Blasting
At last I
I got cash and
From the crack I sold to let you know
Stacking dough sitting on and vogues
My ass show
I'm out of the slums
South where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these is on a cookout
I to get took out
dollar pieces for my look out
Licensed baker
my profession
Never have my dope in my own
selling cocaine in my domain
I up from the back and take you out with no pain

(2Xs)