作曲 : Frierson, Hawkins
Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little story
A little couple street tales, on the shit 
I be seeing'
Cuz yo I'm from 
Harlem and everyday 
I see shit yo
Like this, check it uh
Now here's a story 'bout a young kid
Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice
His pops was getting his, moms was a lawyer
And his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's
He fell in love with a chick named 
LatoyaBut little did he know, 
Latoya was a hoe
Lot of shit 'bout 
Latoya he don't know
She ****ed with some nigga named 
Bo who so blow
The day he found out, turned the town out
Ran up on 
Bo and his ass got pound out,
But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise
It was Bo with the devil in his eyes
Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys
And every last one of these niggas ready to ride
Beside the fact that this cat in the mix
Jaw all broke up but that could be fixed
Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed
Full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit
Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried
But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of 
JermaineThis nigga pushing 30 and still in the game
He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine
Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain
I'm saying any nigga ****ing with 
JermaineThis nigga had you hustling in the rain
Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin' fact
But these dominance cats could finish him black'
Cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight
That kid he had picture, caught ten in the face
Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste
But pop never been a disgrace
Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas
They killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor
Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga
Found out they know where your mom's at nigga
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
The last story is 
Samantha, type of chick that you pamper
Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a panther
Her mom's some happy camper
That thought the whole world of 
SamanthaMoved to 
Atlanta at the age of 18
Got a couple girls and they formed the 
A-teamSome playthings, specialize in blazing
Her and her girlfriend may ling from 
BeijingThey was bugged harassing the scrubs
Everybody knew 'bout 
Samantha and clubs
Gullable, get 
Samantha some drugs
And you can take her home and get 
Samantha some love
Back-shots, yo 
Samantha don't budge
Probably all the niggas that 
Samantha done ****ed
Lotta kids, she can twist lotta ways
Till she found out she 
HIV positive
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die
Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly
Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die