*featuring A.C. Chill, L.T.
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Phat Money Records
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SPM baby
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Putting it down with that Phat Money Records
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Dope House Records
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Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
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This one's Ghetto Tales
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What you know about that?
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[Chorus (2Xs)]
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These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
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Dope sales and life is hell, trying to stay out of jail
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I'm rolling H-town South Park backstreets
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A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me
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In that Bourbon with the candy paint
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For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
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we so deep
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We left a funeral to see my homie's mamma cry
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It always hurt me when any of my homies die
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All of a sudden gun shots rang out
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I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
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We pulled over I said “Let me out this bitch man?
One of these niggas finna get they wig split man
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Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
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Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po-Po's
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I told my niggax “Yo man I'll Catch you later?
Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
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Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
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Next thing you know the fucking haters roll up on me
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Damn, how much hating can a young nigga take?
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First chance I get a mother fucker finna break
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They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacing
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Damn, a violation
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Eighteen months is what I'm facing
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[Chorus (2Xs)]
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Im pushing weight trying to have it
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Everything is flat
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But at the same time I'm leaving niggas on their back
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Up in the neighborhood I'm trying to stack a little cream
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I'm paper chasing me and we trying to stack some green
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And everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
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I'm trying to make a little cash for me, Jay, and mamma
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Ain't paying no bills but these niggas got me fucked up
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I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
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And serving fiends is an everyday life thing
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And from the cells chilling trying to have a nice day
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And for this 420 Eastex life thing
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I got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar man
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And platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
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Come watch my tongue twist wrecking with my boy “C?
Trying to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
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We playa made plus we from the heart of S.E.
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[Chorus (2Xs)]
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SPM baby sitting dope fiends at the dead end
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Fighting over sales with my motherfucking best friend
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Used to be broke and assed out
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Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
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Bad route was a path I chose
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Blasting hoes
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At last I rose
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I got cash and clothes
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From the crack I sold to let you bastards know
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Stacking dough sitting on glass and vogues
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My ass gonna show
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I'm straight out of the slums
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South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
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But these laws is on a cookout
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I used to get took out
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Three dollar pieces for my look out
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Licensed cookie baker
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That's my profession
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Never have my dope in my own possession
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Niggas selling cocaine in my domain
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I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain
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[Chorus (2Xs)]
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Ghetto Tales
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |