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Phat Money RecordsSPM babyPutting it down with that Phat Money RecordsDope House RecordsPhat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.This one`s Ghetto TalesWhat you know about that?Chorus (2Xs)These are the tales, the Ghetto TalesDope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out ofjailI`m rolling H-town South Park backstreetsA.C. Chill all the O.G.`s know meIn that Bourbon with the candy paintFor deep most of my niggas ain`t got no car that`s whywe so deepWe left a funeral to see my homie`s mamma cryIt always hurt me when any of my homies dieAll of a sudden gun shots rang outI guess these young G`s plexin` gang bang cloutWe pulled over I said “Let me out this bitch man”One of these niggas finna get they wig split manPulled out my strap you know how the show goesSomebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po`sI told my niggax “Yo man I`ll Catch you later”Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paperBailed around the corner to holla at my homieNext thing you know the fucking haters roll up on meDamn, how much hating can a young nigga take?First chance I get a mother fucker finna breakThey caught me, now I`m in the jail cell pacingDamn, a violationEighteen months is what I`m facingChorus (2Xs)Im pushing weight trying to have itEverything is flatBut at the same time I`m leaving niggas on their backUp in the neighborhood I`m trying to stack a little creamI`m paper chasing me and we trying to stack some greenAnd everything is far as bad when it comes to dramaI`m trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mammaAin`t paying no bills but these niggas got me fucked upI rather sit on streets than see my ass locked upAnd serving fiends is an everyday life thingAnd from the cells chilling trying to have a nice dayAnd for this 420 Eastex life thingI got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar manAnd platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-deeCome watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy “C”Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreamsWe playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.Chorus (2Xs)SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead endFighting over sales with my motherfucking best friendUsed to be broke and assed outNow I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass outBad route was a path I choseBlasting hoesAt last I roseI got cash and clothesFrom the crack I sold to let you bastards knowStacking dough sitting on glass and voguesMy ass gonna showI`m straight out of the slumsSouth Park where you get your car washed for crumbsBut these laws is on a cookoutI used to get took outThree dollar pieces for my look outLicensed cookie bakerThat`s my professionNever have my dope in my own possessionNiggas selling cocaine in my domainI sneak up from the back and take you out with no painChorus (2Xs)

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