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Artist:E 40
Taken from the album Tha Hall Of Game by E 40
Album:Tha Hall Of Game
Track:The Story
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on again and again

Uh Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on again and
Uh Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on again
and again
Uh Uh
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on
again and again
Uh Uh
Verse 1:
I think it goes ya live by the dirt ya die
by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil
You can go
and get a job or you can do some federal
but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some
next level
I often tweek when I drive (drives)
How can a small town like Thelel have
all these homocides
Man, fools be droppin like flies
Maybe we need mo brothers
sellin bean pies
And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool,
but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put
through some many
different changes of the web
And all those folks that do wrong
seem like they
live forever
I wish I can rewind time
Remember when we used
to get free lunch, and the
city bus used to cost a dime
Runnin around, talkin about
you got the cooties
Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties
Boy, take those
shoes off before ya come up in dis house
And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's
covered couch
Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back

in the dayz
And I can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you catch ball and give back
Here today and gone tomorrow
like that
Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back)
Take some time out
yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz)
And tell your love'ems that you love em as all

Verse 2:
Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls

Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes
But then it cause problems like guns and spids

Familys fall out and don't talk for years
Like my cromey (Like my cromey)

They called him big breaded
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
damn day I'm buyin and brand new
suit for funerals
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you
wonder if yo cash was on da diet
See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around

But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell em
Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin
Dedicated to my peoples up in
Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell)
Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto)
But not the getto out da ninja, give
me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender
Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he
He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex
Of course, if it ain't used
get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work
Shootin shit up and actin tough,
ridin around with gold n stuff
It's rough
How much money you earn, enough, I own my
own law firm
Don't need a tux, I twerks picoods and kakis (kakis)
Levis and t-shirts
(Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works
(street's works)
Partner doutch,
you been actin kinda funny lately since you even
got a few bucks
But I'm still folks
with some pac, remember three flies up
And this goes on, again and again
Dis goes
on, again and again
Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy
Same time, different day,
different star
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