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Dope stories, I got a few I got a few It all jumped in the S.W.A.T.s, Cascade by Hill Store Me and my nigga Ervin swervin ways to clock dough A'int tryin' to work no mo' Puffin' the lo-lo with three and change Nigga [?] we fiend for dookie roll change With the jealous sittin' low with Mo's Zinser and the kit But workin' at Canterbury's ain't gonna bring none of this So slick, here's the plot give me the pot, fill it with water And I'ma updat the latest into ounces and a quarter Of that potent, purest I cut my average best, cook it up Sack it fatter, start our own fuckin' business (ha, ha) Now I'm servin' break dimes, dimes big as twenties Fuckin' these bitches becoming the king up in my city Now recognize the chief with the bigger nuts Yes it's I with the Southside sewed up, sho' nuff I blown up thanks to you loco smokers Nigga that's murder yes there's payments on this Range Rover Fo' thousands over, I gots to get me Every nigga for hisself and G.O.D. for us all, see Dope stories, I got a few Tell you 'bout how we used to do (What, what what yo y'all hear me? ya hear me?) Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do (P.A. thugged out, N.O.R.E) (P.A. thugged out, N.O.R.E. what what) Dope stories, I got a few (N.O.R.E., P.A. thugged out) Tell you 'bout how we used to do [N.O.R.E.] Gangsta corp, thugged out We run New York Throw my gang up Flamed out, fuck your talk Pull the red carpet out Every time that I walk Why you lookin with the shug looks? And niggas is weak [?] And the pot cooks Shoot the innocent niggas And them niggas that's crooks The life I live Shouldn't be written in books Yo my sound scanner Is off the hook in Atlanta Then mingle with the Alabama The Freaknik, L.A Get my dick sucked in the car Watch me freak it Watch me cruise In and out, traffic smooth Shorty all restless I'm like "bitch don't move!" It's the king of New York So need not snooze Go at individuals and their crews And my thug motherfuckers Take your jewels Say "it's all NORE's" for my niggas from P.A Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few (I got a few) Tell you bout how we used to do (Hold up, bitch) Dope stories, I got a few (I got a few) Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few (Tell 'em, Pimp) Tell you bout how we used to do [Pimp C] I'm comin' out of Houston with some D off in my trunk So much D off in my trunk that my speakers won't bump Niggas, talkin' bout the fuckin drought But bitch I got dope so what the fuck y'all niggas talkin' bout? Bitch niggas stay broke not hard don't never win My heroes in the grave and doin' time in the pen I know that Bill Clampett want to stop all my snow At six in the morning them hoes kicked in my do' [Big Gipp] Nah but fuck them Red Dogs on my mind Gipp still puttin' it down on the streets every time Got bars with sticks For the ones who lick Yes I sell the shit Do you want a hit Yes an ounce is an ounce and a pound is a pound Yes a ho is a ho if she all up and down Went from ridin' the bus, to the clean ass 'Lac Yeah I know it's all good cause they all came back Microwave swoll, got a grill full of them chunks Give a fuck what your body [?] Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do [Mello] Say, my whole essence, my very presence Give niggas the chills My knuckles shit up a grill Like pigeons on a windshield Even you bitches get these elbows ridded Pine-Sol, Clorox, my flow with you stank hoes Trigger finger itchy, black broken bitches Runnin up in your crib to see what you got to give me Oh you's the damn dope man Who you gon tell? Who you gon run to after I bail? Don't play hero tryin' to defend your hustle Get a shank in your jugular if you dare move a muscle Tears on your cheek how you sellin dope and weak? Somebody else done left you dead Better be glad it was me motherfucker Put your face off in the carpet Or next time dear preacher You'll be the dearly departed And after goin sour this is a sweet lick What's yours is mine and I'ma bounce off out like dis Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you bout how we used to do Dope stories, I got a few Tell you how we used to do