Rhymefest - Tell A Story lyrics

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This Is Your Life Yo

You Got Ups And You Got Downs Man

You Got Downs And You Got Ups

We All Go Through The Same Thing On Different Days

Man Don't Act Like You Ain't Like Me

What You Don't Put Your Pants On One Leg At A Time

What's Going On With You Playa

Let Me Tell You Somethin Man

I'm Ready To Tell You About Your Life On This One Look At Here

These The Things We All Go Through

It's Everyday Life For Me And You

Don't Feel Bad

Don't Feel Bad

Things That Happen Everyday

Around The World Or Around The Way, We Just...

Just Tell A Story

Tell A Story

Where Can I Start

Start At The Part

Me At The Part

Playin This Part

Provin This Role

Waitin On Old?

Just Got Fronted At Eight For That Blow

Now You Burn The Pot

Watch Me Rock

Back On The Block

With A Few In The Sock

Doing The Heavy

Cops In The Chevy

Scopin His Every Move Already

Smooth And Deadly

Cool His Belly

Probably Get Popped Right In Front Of The Deli

The Ghetto To Mallon

His Tools Was Heavy

His Crew Was Ready

To Do Whatevy

Got Juice But Not Tryin To Turn In The Power

Ain't Burnin The Pot

Now You Watch Me Rock

Chop Drop Swap Cop

Chop Drop Swap Cop

Chop Stop You Cop We Cops

Swallow That Working End Of The Glock

Only Thirteen Ain't Know What It Mean

But He Lovin The Green The American Dream

His Momma Says Stop His Father Was Hot

Couldn't Just Stop Cause He Coulda Got Shot

They Move Him Down South To Straighten Him Out

And He's Still Selling Dope By The Big Warmer House

What You Gon' Do When It's All Up To You

Stuck In This Cell With Nothing To Do, But...

Just Tell A Story

Tell A Story

These The Things We All Go Through

It's Everyday Life For Me And You

Don't Feel Bad

You Feel That

Things That Happen Everyday

Around The World Or Around Your Way, We Just...

Tell A Story

Tell A Story

Jenny Was Bad She Stayed On Suspension

Hung Around Guys She Liked That Attention

Give Her Daddy An Honourable Mention

He Wrote Her Letters While He Was In Prison

Brother Ain't Home

Momma Was Gone

Working Them Doubles Now She All Alone

Stuck At The Crib With No Food Or A Phone

What You Thinkin Your Girl Gon' Be On

Party At Jam's House People Would Come

Sippin That Scissor, Hitten Them Blunts

Underage Kids Could Come And Get Drunk

Did I Hit It? Well Maybe Just Once

She Had A Boyfriend They Was In Love

He Had A Job He Was Sellin The...Uhh

Same Shit's On The Streets

Now She Gettin Two Letters A Week Sayin

What Is The Lonlest Number That Your'll Ever Do?

When Your Looking For Love,

And Daddy Aint There To Hug

And Two Is The Lonlest Number Is As Bad As One, When Your Hurtin Your Soul

Thinking Your Makin A Feelin At Home

But These Are The Thing We All Go Through

Its Everyday Life For Me And You

Don't Feel Bad

I Know You Feel Bad

I Know You Feel Bad

Things That Happen Eveyday

Around The World Or Around Your Way

Just Tell A Story

What Do We Do?

Tell A Story

This Is Starting To Get Old

Got Me Feelin Lyk A Whales In Fish Bowl

When The City And The Summer Can Get Cold

When The Army Your Home Is Gnna Get Stole

N Everybody And Your Moma Got Bad Credit

It Dont Matter We Ball Like We Athletic

On The Run From The Cops

Till We Asmatic

In A House Will A Bill...?

This Aint Nothin But Life For Ghetto Youghts

That Im Writing Spitting This Little Booth

N If I Lie I Still Mix It With Little Truth

When I Go Down Nigga Im Living Proof

Dont Get Mad Because Im Stuck In This Glory

N Y'all Rappers Aint Go Nothing To For Me

But Right Now I Guess The Storys Over

The Storys Over

Ryhmefest

A Leader Of Records Man

We Document This Story For You

Put It Down

Chicargo

We Just Tell A Story

We Get On Borey