So Many Stories

So many stories in the city I live in

I soak up the game, that everyone plays

I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin

Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way

(Verse 1-Napoleon)

It's been hard on us, day by day

Watchin my step gotta play where I lay

Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out

It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out

Cold on the streets never talk on the phone

And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home

But that's hard black, why?

Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face

smilin and shit but you don't know that

And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me

When he could do the same shit that pay me

In the streets breed a lot of killaz

what's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers

But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood

And they don't know when we go home it's no love

So what's the use of us carin and shit

And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit

(Chorus-Shaffar)

So many stories in the city I live in

I soak up the game, that everyone plays

I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin

Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way

(Verse 2)

(Young Noble)

I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends

The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams

He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever

Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever

Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep

Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat

Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers

Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us

(Mil a.k.a Hellraza)

I was raised when I cried in the household

Turned me into a nut

But these niggaz didn't know

Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets

I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep

A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run

It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums

This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come

I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none

(Chorus-Shaffar)

So many stories in the city I live in

I soak up the game, that everyone plays

I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin

Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way

(Verse 3-Kastro)

I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind

What more can I say it been that way a long time

And anybody, who think that rude

Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food

I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun

And told me life is what you make it

And stripes you gotta take them

It took a while for me to over stand

I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man

And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong

But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though

My souljah story, for glorious pain

While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame

This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt

And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt

I search out the truth, and that shit worse

I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on

(Chorus-Shaffar)

So many stories in the city I live in

I soak up the game, that everyone plays

I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin

Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way