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 the news no more After I tell the story I gotta kill who I told Okay, his new package had came in Had the whole house stankin' Trap house door bell ringin' Trap house gettin' too famous His trap house poppin' all night The porch light 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 never 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 back seat Trunk full of cocaína 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 that nigga get back to it He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it He didn't see the lights but he still heard the sirens Cut off all his lights and drove right by him (woo) Chapter two Trap house just got cable Stuntin' all the neighbors The cable man was the Feds though A four-year-old was in bed though He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock You wouldn't believe what happened two 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, two 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 Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin' Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it One hit Willy, other nigga live with a milli Other nigga ride him 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 viddy Somebody yelled out, "Yo, that's 'Chelle" Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh Four more shells went to his face like gazelles Bloody, they laced him up well Niggas stop shootin', get the loot Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself This ain't good, now they fucked Police barricade the buildin', what? Now we stuck Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (up) 11 more shots Came to the door 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 nigga dead Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out What's it all about, kid? Max out, shed, play the background, we's out Mwah 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 Nigga listen to me (listen to me) Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (streets) And if I hear you them people You ain't hearin' from me (from me)