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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