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Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again

I think it goes, ya by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can know a
You can go and get a job or you can do federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next

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

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

I wish I can rewind time, remember we used to get
lunch and the city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's

Boy, take those off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic couch
Why's it when all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
And how every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is you cant borrow and give back
today and gone tomorrow
Just that

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

Here's a story I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to
And dis goes on, again and again

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again

Fetti is the key to end all woes
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems guns and spears
Familys fall out and talk for years

my cromey, like my cromey
They him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every
Damn day I'm buyin' a new suit for a funeral
Have yo ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a

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

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

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
a little story I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to
And dis goes on, again and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

You can da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin',
How did he get Lex?

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and
It's all dey work, shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law

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

And this goes on, and again
Dis goes on, again and
Ain't nothin' but the territory, territory
Same time, day, different story

Here's a little I got to tell
And this dis goes on, and again
Here's a little story I got to
And dis goes on, again and again

Here's a story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to
And this dis goes on, again and

Here's a little story I got to
And dis goes on, again and again
a little story I got to tell
And this dis on, again and again

Here's a little I got to tell
And dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to