Phat Money Records, SPM, baby
Puttin' it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records, Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto Tales, what you know about that?

These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail

I'm rollin' H-town, South Park back streets
A.C. Chill, all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the candy paint fo' deep
Most of my *****s ain't got no car, that's why we so deep

We left a funeral to see my homie mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden, gun shots rang out
I guess these young Gs plexin' **** **** clout

We pulled over, I said, “Let me out this *****, man”
One of these *****s finna get they wig split, man
Pulled out my strap, you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out and yo here come the Po Po's

I told my *****s, “Yo man, I'll catch you later”
Got a pocket full of weed, plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homie
Next thing you know them ***kin' haters roll up on me

Damn, how much hatin' can a young ***** take?
First chance I get a mother***ker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacin'
Damn, a violation, eighteen months is what I'm facin'

These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail

I'm pushin' weight, tryin' to have it, everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leavin' *****s on they back
Up in the neighborhood, I'm tryin' to stack a little cream
I'm paper chasin', me an' T, we tryin' to stack some green

An' everythin' is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm tryin' to make a little cash for me, Jay an' mamma
Ain't payin' no bills but these *****s got me ***ked up
I rather sit on streets than see my *** locked up

An' servin' fiends is an everyday life thing
An' from the cells chillin', tryin' to have a nice day
An' for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a ***** from Big Mar, man

An' platinum ****, we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist, wreckin' with my boy, C
Tryin' to survive, make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We playa made, plus we from the heart of S.E.

These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail

SPM, baby, sittin' dope fiends at the dead end
Fightin' over sales with my mother***kin' best friend
Used to be broke an' ***ed out
Now I buy diamonds that make my wife p*** out

Bad route was a path I chose, blastin' hoes
At last I rose, I got cash an' clothes
From the crack I sold to let you *******s know
Stackin' dough, sittin' on gl*** an' vogues

My *** gonna show, I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout, I used to get took out
Three dollar pieces for my look out

Licensed cookie baker, that's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
*****s sellin' cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back an' take you out with no pain

These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sells an' life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail