| Song | The Story |
| Artist | E-40 |
| Album | Tha Hall Of Game |
| Chorus： | |
| Here's a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here's a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here's a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here's a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel | |
| You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil | |
| You can go and get a job or you can do some federal | |
| But if i were you, i'd straighten up and do some next level | |
| I often tweek when i drive (drives) | |
| How can a small town like thelel have all these homocides | |
| Man, fools be droppin like flies | |
| Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies | |
| And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other | |
| It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color | |
| Wonder why all the good people get put through some many | |
| Different changes of the web | |
| And all those folks that do wrong seem like they | |
| Live forever | |
| I wish i can rewind time | |
| Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the | |
| City bus used to cost a dime | |
| Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties | |
| Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties | |
| Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house | |
| And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic | |
| Covered couch | |
| Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back | |
| In the dayz | |
| And i can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up aids | |
| Life is something you catch ball and give back | |
| Here today and gone tomorrow | |
| Just like that | |
| Pat yo rats on yo back (patch your rats on your back) | |
| Take some time out yo waltz (take some time out yo waltz) | |
| And tell your love'ems that you love em as all | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Uh, uh fatty is the key to end all your walls | |
| Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes | |
| But then it cause problems like guns and spids | |
| Familys fall out and don't talk for years | |
| Like my cromey (like my cromey) | |
| They called him big breaded | |
| His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead | |
| Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other | |
| Damn day i'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals | |
| Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried | |
| Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet | |
| See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around | |
| But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found | |
| If you love someone you should tell em often | |
| Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin | |
| Dedicated to my peoples up in jail | |
| Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell) | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto) | |
| But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks | |
| But i won't surrender | |
| Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he dress | |
| He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that lex | |
| Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast | |
| It's all dey work | |
| Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff | |
| It's rough | |
| How much money you earn, enough, i own my own law firm | |
| Don't need a tux, i twerks picoods and kakis (kakis) | |
| Levis and t-shirts (levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works | |
| (street's works) | |
| Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even | |
| Got a few bucks | |
| But i'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up | |
| And this goes on, again and again | |
| Dis goes on, again and again | |
| Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy | |
| Same time, different day, different star | |
| Chorus |
| Chorus: | |
| Here' s a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here' s a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here' s a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Here' s a little story i got to tell | |
| And this dis goes on, again and again | |
| Uh, uh | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel | |
| You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil | |
| You can go and get a job or you can do some federal | |
| But if i were you, i' d straighten up and do some next level | |
| I often tweek when i drive drives | |
| How can a small town like thelel have all these homocides | |
| Man, fools be droppin like flies | |
| Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies | |
| And it' s a fool cuz everybody mama' s know each other | |
| It ain' t cool, but you know black folks like to act they color | |
| Wonder why all the good people get put through some many | |
| Different changes of the web | |
| And all those folks that do wrong seem like they | |
| Live forever | |
| I wish i can rewind time | |
| Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the | |
| City bus used to cost a dime | |
| Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties | |
| Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl' s booties | |
| Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house | |
| And whatever you do, don' t you sit on grandmama' s plastic | |
| Covered couch | |
| Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, we get back | |
| In the dayz | |
| And i can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up aids | |
| Life is something you catch ball and give back | |
| Here today and gone tomorrow | |
| Just like that | |
| Pat yo rats on yo back patch your rats on your back | |
| Take some time out yo waltz take some time out yo waltz | |
| And tell your love' ems that you love em as all | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Uh, uh fatty is the key to end all your walls | |
| Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes | |
| But then it cause problems like guns and spids | |
| Familys fall out and don' t talk for years | |
| Like my cromey like my cromey | |
| They called him big breaded | |
| His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead | |
| Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other | |
| Damn day i' m buyin and brand new suit for funerals | |
| Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain' t even tried | |
| Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet | |
| See, when you' re up, everybody wanna come around | |
| But when ya down, ain' t nobody out there to be found | |
| If you love someone you should tell em often | |
| Ya never know when they' ll be layin in da coffin | |
| Dedicated to my peoples up in jail | |
| Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell a story to tell | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: | |
| Takin tert da ninja out da getto the getto | |
| But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks | |
| But i won' t surrender | |
| Oh he' s a heven heven, nigga da way he dress | |
| He must be dealin dealin how did he get that lex | |
| Of course, if it ain' t used get spokes, it' s crime and coast | |
| It' s all dey work | |
| Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff | |
| It' s rough | |
| How much money you earn, enough, i own my own law firm | |
| Don' t need a tux, i twerks picoods and kakis kakis | |
| Levis and tshirts levis and tshirts, whatever the street' s works | |
| street' s works | |
| Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even | |
| Got a few bucks | |
| But i' m still folks with some pac, remember three flies up | |
| And this goes on, again and again | |
| Dis goes on, again and again | |
| Ain' t nothin changed but the tad toy | |
| Same time, different day, different star | |
| Chorus |