Stories

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

[Fiend]

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

Niggas 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

Niggas 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

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[Twista]

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 off his merch

Flip a new Lac with his work

End up in the back of hearse

Then be packed in the dirt

Flaked over turf, can you hear the Mack when it 'sperse

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, niggas got the chrome and TV's in the whip

Knowing that the law got his name on the list

Bet they got a mob and they mob full of tricks

You ain't on yo P's, you gotta be

Fuck a sure strategy, don't be punked like no lame

You just a pawn in the game

Steady baggin' work, hittin' licks, and stackin' cain'

Hook