Artist: Kray f/ Outlawz, Young Buck Album: The Story 12" Song: The Story Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Intro: Young Buck] Hey what ya do? It's Buck Kray what they doin' to your hood? She ain't goin' down out here Either you gonna go get it Or you gonna sit back and let ‘em get you Street nigga for real, know that [Verse 1: Kray] Me muggin' the world, I don't wanna be a motor What the fuck am I to give, I got this way to put my shoulder Way for Heaven, send me blessin' tonight Yeah right! Mine as well, sit here be hungry, make lied with my bloody What's good on homie, we grew up And do our time in the cell, my time on this hell Somebody pick me and leave me over this smell Last week was just another close car The pressure on my own, I don't even got a car No homies that will stead their own brothers and bad Guess is safe to say I slip up They won't do me like that Everybody wanna call me when they needed some help But when they out there making move I'll be struggling myself I won't trust in my brothers, I ain't trust no more And if the good die young, just that explain my work They wanna fell me up slugs, leave t burning like an astray Hide your face and I mug but halla fuck Kray [Hook: Young Noble](x2) All they see is the shine, they don't care about the struggle All they see is the bread, they don't care about the hustle They know my name but they don't know my story Embrace the pain, we turn it into glory [Verse 2: Young Buck] Feelin' these streets in this projects when they dyin' in We call heroine, this is what they grinde it When their bitches busted and this bitches swaggin' on that When they kid is choosin' pick and coke up and hey tryin' it Really ain't no rules, this what bitches testify And will get the choosing, cocking guns and flyin' But I do all that, ain't no way I complain Still on my grind, I gotta get mine Just gotta let go my mess high So sick and tired of these days and body Fake niggas and broke hoers All night I'm pulling more pills and no dope Shit ain't no right but I'm gonna make it all good Even if I gotta bring this cocaine Up the hell hood [Hook: Young Noble](x2) All they see is the shine, they don't care about the struggle All they see is the bread, they don't care about the hustle They know my name but they don't know my story Embrace the pain, we turn it into glory Come on [Verse 3: Hussein Fatal] We ain't trick on hoers and we always gotta remind a bit Straight thug nigga so miss me with that designa shit White TV, nigga most, yeah I'm tyour host they lie Cuz if he lie, I must be talking with a ghost I brought the same, sixteen roll with my hand on Struggle been stand up, cuba I'mma land on it Smuggle damn right from the back In this 2 shit, ooh yeah party Know exactly how to move with You boy got the shit and your friends lied up Looking for whatever coming we calling night fall Fuck ‘em all, that begins to all against the struggling Thug life with your body and life Pull up and slower reposes forget my enemies watch Should they go for if they all gotta die Go ahead and die cuz in this country we are so not alive That's all my life, I didn't chose it , I was born in this life [Hook: Young Noble](x2) All they see is the shine, they don't care about the struggle All they see is the bread, they don't care about the hustle They know my name but they don't know my story Embrace the pain, we turn it into glory