More To The Story (feat. Raekwon)

Oh, you ain't heard

Him and dope man ain't cool no more

'Cause dope man tried to charge him double

For the usual, damn

You just don't hear the news no more

After I tell the story I gotta kill who I told

Okay, his new package had came in

Had the whole house stankin'

Trap house door bell ringin'

Trap house gettin' too famous

His trap house poppin' all night

The porch light should be strobe lights

That shit them police don't like

You know them pigs no good like pork rinds

Gotta go home to that whore wife

That don't never wanna fuck just start fights

And he just made a hard right at the wrong time

They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright

Yeah, right

'Cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white

AK on the back seat

Trunk full of cocaína

He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em

His bitch scream like she seen one

He said, "Shut up while I speed up"

She said, "I think you lost 'em," now he think he lost 'em

Now he lost his train of thought

The voice in his head said, "All aboard"

And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch

She coked up off of his stuff

And he know it's good

Where the popcorn? This story good, call Hollywood

But anyway let that nigga get back to it

He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it

He didn't see the lights but he still heard the sirens

Cut off all his lights and drove right by him (woo)

Chapter two

Trap house just got cable

Stuntin' all the neighbors

The cable man was the Feds though

A four-year-old was in bed though

He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock

You wouldn't believe what happened two seconds later

To be continued, dot, dot, dot

Ten seconds left he gon' get it

Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted

Caught him in the pool room, two to his head

In the room and boom, they did it, wow

Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground

Run, bullets, they'll chase you around

Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin'

Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it

One hit Willy, other nigga live with a milli

Other nigga ride him Phillies

Run through the hood all good blowin' bills on grills

Just chillin' up in New York City

One got witty, took his mask off, he a dumbass

Got him on viddy

Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle"

Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh

Four more shells went to his face like gazelles

Bloody, they laced him up well

Niggas stop shootin', get the loot

Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself

This ain't good, now they fucked

Police barricade the buildin', what?

Now we stuck

Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (up)

11 more shots

Came to the door was the cops

Chain popped off, caught him in his top

Fell to the floor, damn four-year-old shorty just looked up

Said, "They got you"

Damn, another nigga dead

Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out

What's it all about, kid?

Max out, shed, play the background, we's out

Mwah

There's always more to the story (to the story)

There's always more to the story

You ain't hear it from me (hear it from me)

And what you hear, don't repeat (don't repeat)

Or disappear in your sleep

And you ain't hear this from me (this from me)

There's always more to the story (to the story)

And that's the moral to the story

Nigga listen to me (listen to me)

Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (streets)

And if I hear you them people

You ain't hearin' from me (from me)