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