More to the Story (feat. Raekwon)

Oh, you ain't heard, him and dope man ain't cool no more?

'Cause dope man tried to charge him double for the usual, damn

You just don't hear good news no more

After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told

Ok, his new package had came in

Had the whole house stankin'

Traphouse doorbell ringin'

Traphouse gettin' too famous

His traphouse poppin' all night

The porch lights should be strobe lights

That shit them police don't like

You know them pigs no good like pork rinds

Gotta go home to that whore wife

That don't ever wanna fuck, just start fights

And he just made a hard right at the wrong time

They pulled him over, if they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright

Yeah right, 'cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white

AK on the backseat

Trunk full of cocaieena

He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em

His bitch scream like she seen one

He said, "Shut up, while I speed up"

She said, "I think you lost 'em, now he think he lost 'em"

Now he lost his train of thought

The voice in his head said, "All aboard"

And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch, she coked up off of his stuff

And he know it's good

Where the popcorn? This story good

Call Hollywood

But anyway, let a **** get back to it

He get to the neighborhood and he zig zag through it

He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens

Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo

Chapter 2

Trap house just got cable

Stuntin' on the neighbors

The cable man with the feds though

A 4-year old was in bed though

He woke up when he heard the Glocks cocked

You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds later

To be continued, dot, dot, dot

Ten seconds left, he gon' get it

Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted

Caught him in the pool room, tool to his head

In the room and boom, they did it, wow

Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground, run

Bullets they'll chase you around

Done listen to me, these **** ain't playin'

Yo, they'll lay somethin' down, feel it

One, he a Willy

Other **** live with a mili

Other **** ride hittin' phillies

Run through the hood, all good

Blowin' bills on grills, just chillin' up in New York City

One got witty

Took his mask off, he a dumbass, got him on vidi

Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's Sal"

Blow, blow, caught her in the titty, huh

Four more shells went to his face like gazelles

Bloody, they laced him up well

****, stop shootin', get the loot, stop bullshittin'

Boy, you wildin', stop playin' yo self

This ain't good, now they fucked

Police barricade the door, then what?

Now we stuck, now this clown ass **** just fucked us all up

Eleven more shots, came to the door, it was the cops

Chain popped off, caught him in his top

Fell to the floor, damn, four year old

Shorty just looked up, said "They got you"

Damn, another **** dead

Another **** head licked, deaded

Copped out, what's this all about, kid?

Max out, shed, play the background, we's out (Gone)

There's always more to the story (To the story)

There's always more to the story

You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me)

And what you hear don't repeat (Don't repeat)

Or disappear in your sleep

And you ain't hear this from me (This from me)

There's always more to the story (To the story)

And that's the moral to the story

**** listen to me (Listen to me)

Fuck what you hear in these streets (Yeah)

And if I hear you them people

You ain't hear it from me (From me)