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Verse 1
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This one's Ghetto Tales
What you know about that?
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These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
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Dope sales and life is hell
Tryin' to stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
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I'm rollin' H -Town,
South Park, back streets
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H -C -Chill, all the O -Gs know me
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I'm rollin' H -Town,
South Park, back streets
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H -C -Chill, all the O -Gs know me
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In the bourbon with the candy paint,
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Most of my niggas ain't got no car,
that's why we so deep
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It always hurt me when
any of my homies die
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gunshots rang out
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I guess these young G's
flexing gangbang clout
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We pulled over, I said,
let me out this bitch, man
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One of these niggas finna get they wig split,
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Pulled out my strap,
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Somebody yelled out, ayo,
here come the po -po's
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I told my niggas, yo man,
I'll catch you later
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Built around the corner to
holla at my homie
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Nex t thing you know them fuckin' haters
roll up on me
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Dam n, a violation,
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These are the tales the ghetto tell
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Dope cells and life is hell,
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope sales and life is hell
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Everything is flat, but at the same time
I'm leavin' niggas on they backs
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I'm paper chasin', me and T,
we tryna stack some green
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And everything is far as bad
when it comes to drama
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I'm tryna make a lil' cash flow
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Me, Jay, and Mama ain't payin' no bills
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But these niggas got me fucked up
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I'd rather sit on streets
and see my ass locked up
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And serving fiends is an
everyday life thing
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In front of Sam chilling
tryna have a nice day
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And serving fiends is an
everyday life thing
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In front of Sam chilling
tryna have a nice day
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And for this 420 East Texas life thing
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I got the skills to hear the
nigga from Big Mar, man
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Come watch my tongue twist,
break it with my boy C
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Tryna survive, make a meal
with the ghetto dream
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We playa made,
plus we from the heart of S .E.
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the ghetto tale
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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S .P .M., babysittin' dope fiends
at the Dead End
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Fightin' over sales with
my motherfuckin' best friend
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Used to be broke and assed up
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Now I buy dia mond s
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Bad routes was the path I chose,
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From the crack I sold
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From the crack I sold
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I ain't stick your took out
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Three dollar pizzas for my lookout
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Licensed cookie baker,
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Never had my dope in
my own possession
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Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
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Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
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These are the tales, the ghetto tales
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Dope cells and life is hell,
tryna stay out of jail
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These are the tales, the ghetto tales
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Dope sales and life is hell
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Tryna stay out of jail
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All the way on out 2003
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