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 sh**'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 n***a 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