Letra de Hood Tales
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I stay on it, eyes open cause death strong
I'm like a mixture of Steve Urkle and Stephon
I press cons but use my brain as a weapon
But sometimes that shit be impossible
Cross the street and they stopping you, what's yo name nigga ?
I hittem to show em I'm loc, not a gang member
Remain bitter in sleep hit my mans Ova East
Need a strand of the leaf
I just handled some beef
He tell me say less just wait for the text
And if the dude be actin' senile
Grams in ya room like the fan blew the weed round
It's after 3 now, got back from a pub brawlin'
Is what he texted me, then he snapped and started calling
Yo Ima little bit belligerent, but something bout that incident
Is not merely coincidence, my little cuzzin nicholas got frickin' whipped and played like : "Yo a punk yo"
Don't know if it was you but we can see over this blunt woe
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I try to stay calm, I know dude a know murder
But I ain't get in shit wait the nigga that pressed me earlier
Fuck, to gave that fibber a snuff, but bitch I'm draggin' my nuts
Ain't turning down on no blunt, I get a pass for the bus
So I can go over the East Side and get shit poppin'
Like we cookin' up some deep fry
Peep guys foxing steady, watching as I get off the stop
And seen the nigga I was fighting and his mans up the block
Cablam is a pop, it grazed me in my lung tho
Ain't know what I was packing till they heard the freakin' drum roll
Running round, waving one, looking like Mutumbo
Got two bullets in me only got one, soul ready grimey
I blacked out, tryna kill em up in record timing
Seen the plug and the dude I fought and I recognized em
Keep it professional , I hit em with the nice glare
And aired they ass out right here, yea
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I stay on it, eyes open cause death strong
I'm like a mixture of Steve Urkle and Stephon
I press cons but use my brain as a weapon
But sometimes that shit be impossible
Cross the street and they stopping you, what's yo name nigga ?
I hittem to show em I'm loc, not a gang member
Remain bitter in sleep hit my mans Ova East
Need a strand of the leaf
I just handled some beef
He tell me say less just wait for the text
And if the dude be actin' senile
Grams in ya room like the fan blew the weed round
It's after 3 now, got back from a pub brawlin'
Is what he texted me, then he snapped and started calling
Yo Ima little bit belligerent, but something bout that incident
Is not merely coincidence, my little cuzzin nicholas got frickin' whipped and played like : "Yo a punk yo"
Don't know if it was you but we can see over this blunt woe
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I try to stay calm, I know dude a know murder
But I ain't get in shit wait the nigga that pressed me earlier
Fuck, to gave that fibber a snuff, but bitch I'm draggin' my nuts
Ain't turning down on no blunt, I get a pass for the bus
So I can go over the East Side and get shit poppin'
Like we cookin' up some deep fry
Peep guys foxing steady, watching as I get off the stop
And seen the nigga I was fighting and his mans up the block
Cablam is a pop, it grazed me in my lung tho
Ain't know what I was packing till they heard the freakin' drum roll
Running round, waving one, looking like Mutumbo
Got two bullets in me only got one, soul ready grimey
I blacked out, tryna kill em up in record timing
Seen the plug and the dude I fought and I recognized em
Keep it professional , I hit em with the nice glare
And aired they ass out right here, yea
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
I wish things ain't have to go like that
I ain't know dead bodies hit the floor like that
Everyday I stray away from an extra worry
That's just another reason I should stress this story
