Kray - The Story lyrics

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Feat. Young Buck & The Outlawz

(Talking)

Hey what ya do?

It’s Buck

Kray what they doin’ to your hood?

She ain’t goin’ down out here

Either you gonna go get it

Or you gonna sit back and let ‘em get you

Street nigga for real, know that

(Verse)

Me muggin’ the world, I don’t wanna be a motor,

What the fuck am I to give, I got this way to put my shoulder

Way for Heaven, send me blessin’ tonight

Yeah right!

Mine as well, sit here be hungry, make lied with my bloody

What’s good on homie, we grew up

And do our time in the cell, my time on this hell,

Somebody pick me and leave me over this smell

Last week was just another close car

The pressure on my own, I don’t even got a car

No homies that will stead their own brothers and bad

Guess is safe to say I slip up

They won’t do me like that

Everybody wanna call me when they needed some help

But when they out there making move

I’ll be struggling myself

I won’t trust in my brothers, I ain’t trust no more

And if the good die young, just that explain my work

They wanna fell me up slugs, leave t burning like an astray

Hide your face and I mug but halla fuck Kray

(Hook) x 2

All they see is the shine, they don’t care about the struggle

All they see is the bread, they don’t care about the hustle

They know my name but they don’t know my story

Embrace the pain, we turn it into glory

(Verse)

Feelin’ these streets in this projects when they dyin’ in

We call heroine, this is what they grinde it

When their bitches busted and this bitches swaggin’ on that

When they kid is choosin’ pick and coke up and hey tryin’ it

Really ain’t no rules, this what bitches testify

And will get the choosing, cocking guns and flyin’

But I do all that, ain’t no way I complain

Still on my grind, I gotta get mine

Just gotta let go my mess high

So sick and tired of these days and body

Fake niggas and broke hoers

All night I’m pulling more pills and no dope

Shit ain’t no right but I’m gonna make it all good

Even if I gotta bring this cocaine

Up the hell hood

(Hook) x 2

Come on

(Verse)

We ain’t trick on hoers and we always gotta remind a bit

Straight thug nigga so miss me with that designa shit

White TV, nigga most, yeah I’m tyour host they lie

Cuz if he lie, I must be talking with a ghost

I brought the same, sixteen roll with my hand on

Struggle been stand up, cuba I’mma land on it

Smuggle damn right from the back

In this 2 shit, ooh yeah party

Know exactly how to move with

You boy got the shit and your friends lied up

Looking for whatever coming we calling night fall

Fuck ‘em all, that begins to all against the struggling

Thug life with your body and life

Pull up and slower reposes forget my enemies watch

Should they go for if they all gotta die

Go ahead and die cuz in this country we are so not alive

That’s all my life, I didn’t chose it , I was born in this life

(Hook) x 2