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    "Stories" Lyrics

    Twista feat. Fiend

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    (feat. Fiend, Lifty Stokes, and Oobie)

    Yo Fiend, what up man? (Yo, yo)
    You rollin' with these Legit Ballaz right? (Whomp)
    Aight, well check it out
    Won't you tell these muthafuckaz a lil' bit about where you come from

    Fire arms, sounds of alarms
    Consistency in bodily harm
    Where I'm from that's the norm
    Fiend the ?
    Lil' nigga ain't no man of creaton
    Once we encounter the killin' spree we on
    My defects have G's bet on
    Niggaz dollars get they rep on
    Speakin' with heat ? could bring death on
    Nigga I'm called the killa
    Cause every time he get it, it brought chills
    Lead that's what made 'em take his ass for real
    I done ? survivor
    He never wrote the name of his drivers
    And wondered that the man can deprive ya
    It's there in black ink
    With millions in dirty green had to think
    Lives depreciated over drinks
    Call me twisted
    Rope burns to the neck was insisted
    And all his hope turned to "I guess should I risk it?"
    [Fiend talkin]
    And that's why the law is laid down
    You know what I'm sayin'?
    From Fiend to N.O. to Chi, Twista
    Pimp run it now

    [Hook - Fiend (Oobie)]
    Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
    I said some survive the game
    Some just get they names in the stories to be told
    Why the young never make it old
    Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
    I said some survive the game
    Some just get they names in the stories to be told
    Why the young never make it old (Why the young never make it old)

    [Liffy Stokes]
    I live my life drownin' in homicide
    Never let the drama slide
    We killaz quick to let it ride
    Send a nigga beddy-by when I let it fly
    Niggaz be yappin' but they scared to die
    Talkin' plenty shit till I cap off with the .45
    Look into these smoke red eyes, feel me starvin'
    Feel me shakin' up that dope in my apartment
    And picture me on top of the world and still servin'
    Blessin' all my shorties with birds to keep 'em workin'
    As long as my hood is tight, my mind is right
    Look at the dope line tonight, just doin' aight
    For the nugs
    Y'all got paper, I got paper so let's find some ass to jug
    This struggle for power keeps us all up to no good
    With constant heat, we cruise the streets like cops on D's
    With the itchy sittin' dead on the seat
    For the wicked and weak, tryin' to get down on what we put down
    For this grid-ound, that's why we stand firm with these rid-ounds


    Never thought that the cries of my people would get louder
    When Chief first came home with that glistenin' white powder
    But it gave us power
    Never thought them ? packs that had us buyin' clothes and pullin' hoes
    Would have our new Starter jackets filled with bullet holes
    (That's how it goes)
    And who would have ever thought that when we would rock this shit
    That we would end up gettin' our whole block lit
    By-standers got hit up
    And who would have ever thought that women would be up on silent nights
    Lightin' pilot lights
    I would be crept on my a mask on silent nights
    Now I'm wonderin' and thinkin', how can a man make a sack ??
    Flip a new Lac with his work
    End up in the back of hearse
    Then be packed in the dirt
    ? over turf, can you hear the Mack when it burst
    He get cracked where it hurts
    Feel the automatic when it jerks
    Comin' up in the land where the white and blue Dracula's lurk
    Is that what it's worth naw, niggaz got the chrome in ? in the whip
    Never let the law get the low on the licks
    Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks
    You ain't on yo P's, you gotta be
    Fuck a ? strategy, don't be punked like no lame
    You just a Bone in the game
    Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'

    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Joey Balin, Thommy Price, Kasim Sulton, Mary Wells, Zeriiya Zekkariyas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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