| Black males who pack jails
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| You 'ain't gotta go out over crack sales and murder
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| Just act well
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| Peep the message
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| It’s gory
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| A story about my man from around the way
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| Who’s not around today
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| 'cus I didn’t know if you’d hung out with me
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| He’d forget me if he got strung out
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| On the hoe that goes to record parties
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| Every week the type of freak that sneak and sleep with everybody
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| We used to hang and hope we’d see chicks
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| Around this town with that OPP shit
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| We met two at the club
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| The same night we heat em, we did em because we kick our game right
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| The girl he met? |
| had a lot of shit
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| She gave him a lot of cash and a lot of ass but got him whipped
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| Driving around in a BM and for weeks I didn’t see him
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| Then people would come round sayin'
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| «that chick your boy’s fuckin' with? |
| that bitch 'a get you gunned down»
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| And tell me her man sells crack
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| A known drug dealer, a thug killa' who just got out of jail, black!
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| I tried to tell him but he didn’t listen
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| I was burnt up. |
| until he turned up missin'
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| I stayed up till they found his weight up
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| Brotha' struck in by a mother-fuckin' Uzi, all laid up
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| Thrown in a ditch
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| Yeah
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| Over a B.I.T.C.H
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| Hey yo, you know whats the funny shit?
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| What son?
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| Now honey dip is back on money’s tip
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| That chick 'ain't shit yo
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| My nigga died from the trigger
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| I had it figured from the get go
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| Now somebody gots' ta' go
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| That chick or the cat that matched the hole
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| I’m 'a get me an infrared scope
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| Leavin' him for dead with a bullet in the head
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| For killin' my man over a female
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| On the DL, it’s gonna be hell
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| He won’t see jail but see shells falling from my Glock 9, I got mines
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| Tuck and won’t give a fuck, I’ll buck anyone who drops dime
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| Brains will get blown out, Pop!
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| 'cus it feels me that’s the way he’ll be goin' out
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| I’m 'a ride until I commit this homicide, then I’m 'a hide
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| I got the 9 on my hip, gripped, ready to flip on this pussy whipped dick
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| Who tripped over this B.I.T.C.H
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| Drivin' around with my window down when I spotted him
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| 'shotted him, makin' him go down
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| Gotta get to the bus port, I’m wanted son
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| On the run with a body on the gun that I just bought
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| Caught in arrival by 5-O when I got here
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| Now I rot here behind bars kickin' this true shit
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| Sounds crazy but maybe fit the chick that you with
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| So look out for them honeys that nicely built
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| Wanting to get laid like a pro might get you killed sonny
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| Word
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| Not the ladies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghetto Rhyme Stories , by - Percee P. Song from the album Perseverance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп