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a little story I got to tell
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I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the
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 level

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

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

I I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' about you got the
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' booties

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

Life is you cant borrow and give back
Here and gone tomorrow
Just like

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

Here's a little story I got to
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Here's a little story I got to
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a little story I got to tell
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Here's a story I got to tell
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Fetti is the key to end all your
Contemporary crib, cash, and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and
Familys fall out and don't for years

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

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, like every other
day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't 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 story to tell, a story to tell

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

You can take da out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3
But I surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that

Of course, if it used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin'
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn,
I own my own law

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

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Ain't changed but the territory, territory
Same time, day, different story

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Here's a story I got to tell
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Here's a little story I got to
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a little story I got to tell