Oobie - Stories lyrics

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Oobie - Stories lyrics

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 muthaf**az 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' n***a ain't no man of creaton Once we encounter the k**in' spree we on My defects have G's bet on n***as dollars get they rep on Speakin' with heat ? could bring d**h on n***a I'm called the k**a Cause every time he get it, it brought chills Lead that's what made 'em take his a** 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 k**az quick to let it ride Send a n***a beddy-by when I let it fly n***as be yappin' but they scared to die Talkin' plenty sh** 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 a** 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 Hook [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 sh** 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, n***as 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 f** 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

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