The Art of Story Telling
Posted: Thu Nov 20, 2008 7:46 pm
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just listen
maaaan we used to chill back in the days
kick back n just blaze drop stacks on the haze
but ppl change when they movin packs gettin paid
first it was just "yo i got an oxy connect"
then "i got me respect, n a glock to protect,
man its dope i got shit locked on the set"
broke forever now he stackin paper library style
new crib new ride, he'd get high n he'd smile
he was only sellin the shit, it was fly for awhile
then he started breakin up pills in the dutch
see thats why i didnt chill wit him much
that man gone, but me i still give a fuck
he was stackin, nothin could stop his progression
got more protection n a lot more selections
dude holdin pills, the plus the tan white n green
pulled up in the whip like damn right its clean
still gettin he hustle on, fiends blowin up his phone
n his rims so clean he wudnt let ya touch his chrome
we both came up broke n now here he striaght ballin
i hear my faith callin im both to throw my cake all in
had to save up, bought an o with my christmas cash
but cudnt flip it fast, dirt weed, my boys shit was ass
now the bucks comin slow but i stuck wit him yo
but now when the people ask if fuck wit him? no.
after the shit i saw i just cant trust in my bro
man at first i just ignored the dust in his nose
see i was raised to act right n i wud never back bite
but i cant talk to someone i see holdin a crack pipe
i left and could never come back after that night
got a new crew, n i found some sluts to flirt
said ima still blaze but cant fuck wit nuthin worse
my boy overdosed 3 days later, he in a fuckin herse
me n my other boy d.c been cool since grade school
we both blaze plus both like gettin paid too
decided to invest, but settle for nuthin less than haze
agreed first policy is quality only the best we blaze
n the haze we found was like a fuckin act of jesus
expensive though, could only cop a half between us
but the dubs goin so fast like my g packs is cheetahs
im gettin paid makin mine, spendin all day on the grind
he just blaze all the time, we both got haze on the mind
he aint got the reup money, its just me in control now
we came up quick, i got a whole town to hold down
its like, right where i wanted to be, im standin
n best believe the price rises wit quantity demanded
so i pitch moe green, pockets bout to ex-plode green
kicks so clean n my wrist show gleam,
you know what its really like to live yo dream?
small time drug dealer but in my head more hero
a teenager but got an account wit four zeros
shit gettin cloudy, shouldda been more clear thou
some grimeys hieghts clowns tried to set me up
tryed to test my nuts now i regret my trust
if i was slippin id be out a thousand bucks
u learn the hard way hangin around them fucks
but i was smart homie now im only down some dubs
but now im hearin that the 5-0 know the name
doe bring fame so you can bet the cops know i slang
so i top the pigs list but cant stop the business
moneys my life and i refuse to see a drop in digits
ima take a vacation, let d.c. sit on top a minute
i trusted him, plus i cud chill just watchin him sell
hopped off the train before the next stop was in hell
cuz that week he got knocked popped n lockd in a cell
yo for real any feedback is appreciated, ive had the idea of doin this for awhile but always thought it wud take me forever, but when i started writin this it just all came out, honestly this is a true story, this is like a chapter out my autobiography or some shit im thinkin bout goin audio with this thats why most of the bars shorter
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/this- ... html#96688
just listen
maaaan we used to chill back in the days
kick back n just blaze drop stacks on the haze
but ppl change when they movin packs gettin paid
first it was just "yo i got an oxy connect"
then "i got me respect, n a glock to protect,
man its dope i got shit locked on the set"
broke forever now he stackin paper library style
new crib new ride, he'd get high n he'd smile
he was only sellin the shit, it was fly for awhile
then he started breakin up pills in the dutch
see thats why i didnt chill wit him much
that man gone, but me i still give a fuck
he was stackin, nothin could stop his progression
got more protection n a lot more selections
dude holdin pills, the plus the tan white n green
pulled up in the whip like damn right its clean
still gettin he hustle on, fiends blowin up his phone
n his rims so clean he wudnt let ya touch his chrome
we both came up broke n now here he striaght ballin
i hear my faith callin im both to throw my cake all in
had to save up, bought an o with my christmas cash
but cudnt flip it fast, dirt weed, my boys shit was ass
now the bucks comin slow but i stuck wit him yo
but now when the people ask if fuck wit him? no.
after the shit i saw i just cant trust in my bro
man at first i just ignored the dust in his nose
see i was raised to act right n i wud never back bite
but i cant talk to someone i see holdin a crack pipe
i left and could never come back after that night
got a new crew, n i found some sluts to flirt
said ima still blaze but cant fuck wit nuthin worse
my boy overdosed 3 days later, he in a fuckin herse
me n my other boy d.c been cool since grade school
we both blaze plus both like gettin paid too
decided to invest, but settle for nuthin less than haze
agreed first policy is quality only the best we blaze
n the haze we found was like a fuckin act of jesus
expensive though, could only cop a half between us
but the dubs goin so fast like my g packs is cheetahs
im gettin paid makin mine, spendin all day on the grind
he just blaze all the time, we both got haze on the mind
he aint got the reup money, its just me in control now
we came up quick, i got a whole town to hold down
its like, right where i wanted to be, im standin
n best believe the price rises wit quantity demanded
so i pitch moe green, pockets bout to ex-plode green
kicks so clean n my wrist show gleam,
you know what its really like to live yo dream?
small time drug dealer but in my head more hero
a teenager but got an account wit four zeros
shit gettin cloudy, shouldda been more clear thou
some grimeys hieghts clowns tried to set me up
tryed to test my nuts now i regret my trust
if i was slippin id be out a thousand bucks
u learn the hard way hangin around them fucks
but i was smart homie now im only down some dubs
but now im hearin that the 5-0 know the name
doe bring fame so you can bet the cops know i slang
so i top the pigs list but cant stop the business
moneys my life and i refuse to see a drop in digits
ima take a vacation, let d.c. sit on top a minute
i trusted him, plus i cud chill just watchin him sell
hopped off the train before the next stop was in hell
cuz that week he got knocked popped n lockd in a cell
yo for real any feedback is appreciated, ive had the idea of doin this for awhile but always thought it wud take me forever, but when i started writin this it just all came out, honestly this is a true story, this is like a chapter out my autobiography or some shit im thinkin bout goin audio with this thats why most of the bars shorter