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a little story I got to tell
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Here's a story I got to tell
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I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the
You can repent and come God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next

I often tweak I drives
How can a small town like have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin' flies
Maybe we do need mo' sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through many
Different changes of the weather and all those folks do wrong
like they live forever

I wish I can time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to a dime?
Runnin' around, about you got the cooties
up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties

Boy, take those off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the
And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up

Life is something you cant and give back
Here today and tomorrow
Just like

Pat yo rats on yo back , your rats on your back
some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz
And tell your ones that you love 'em every so often

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a little story I got to tell
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is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and
But fetti problems like guns and spears
fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey, like my
called him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you even tried
Did you wonder if yo was on a diet

See, when you're up, everybody wanna around
But ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be in a coffin

to my peoples up in jail
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to

a little story I got to tell
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Here's a story I got to tell
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Here's a little story I got to
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a little story I got to tell
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You can da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me for 3 rocks
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin',
How did he get Lex?

Of course, if it used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn,
I own my own law

Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and
Khakis, Levis and
and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately you even
Got a few
But I'm still folks, Wilson
three flies up

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Ain't nothin' but the territory, territory
time, different day, different story

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Here's a little story I got to
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a little story I got to tell
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a little story I got to tell
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