Rhymefest - Tell A Story Lyrics

This Is Your Life Yo
You Got Ups And You Got Downs Man
You Got Downs And You Got Ups
We All Go Through The Same Thing On Different Days
Man Don't Act Like You Ain't Like Me
What You Don't Put Your Pants On One Leg At A Time
What's Going On With You Playa
Let Me Tell You Somethin Man
I'm Ready To Tell You About Your Life On This One Look At Here

These The Things We All Go Through
It's Everyday Life For Me And You
Don't Feel Bad
Don't Feel Bad
Things That Happen Everyday
Around The World Or Around The Way, We Just...
Just Tell A Story
Tell A Story

Where Can I Start
Start At The Part
Me At The Part
Playin This Part
Provin This Role
Waitin On Old?
Just Got Fronted At Eight For That Blow

Now You Burn The Pot
Watch Me Rock
Back On The Block
With A Few In The Sock
Doing The Heavy
Cops In The Chevy
Scopin His Every Move Already
Smooth And Deadly
Cool His Belly
Probably Get Popped Right In Front Of The Deli
The Ghetto To Mallon
His Tools Was Heavy
His Crew Was Ready
To Do Whatevy

Got Juice But Not Tryin To Turn In The Power
Ain't Burnin The Pot
Now You Watch Me Rock
Chop Drop Swap Cop
Chop Drop Swap Cop
Chop Stop You Cop We Cops

Swallow That Working End Of The Glock
Only Thirteen Ain't Know What It Mean
But He Lovin The Green The American Dream
His Momma Says Stop His Father Was Hot
Couldn't Just Stop Cause He Coulda Got Shot
They Move Him Down South To Straighten Him Out
And He's Still Selling Dope By The Big Warmer House
What You Gon' Do When It's All Up To You
Stuck In This Cell With Nothing To Do, But...
Just Tell A Story
Tell A Story

These The Things We All Go Through
It's Everyday Life For Me And You
Don't Feel Bad
You Feel That
Things That Happen Everyday
Around The World Or Around Your Way, We Just...
Tell A Story
Tell A Story

Jenny Was Bad She Stayed On Suspension
Hung Around Guys She Liked That Attention
Give Her Daddy An Honourable Mention
He Wrote Her Letters While He Was In Prison
Brother Ain't Home
Momma Was Gone
Working Them Doubles Now She All Alone
Stuck At The Crib With No Food Or A Phone
What You Thinkin Your Girl Gon' Be On
Party At Jam's House People Would Come
Sippin That Scissor, Hitten Them Blunts
Underage Kids Could Come And Get Drunk
Did I Hit It? Well Maybe Just Once
She Had A Boyfriend They Was In Love
He Had A Job He Was Sellin The...Uhh
Same Shit's On The Streets
Now She Gettin Two Letters A Week Sayin
What Is The Lonlest Number That Your'll Ever Do?
When Your Looking For Love,
And Daddy Aint There To Hug
And Two Is The Lonlest Number Is As Bad As One, When Your Hurtin Your Soul
Thinking Your Makin A Feelin At Home

But These Are The Thing We All Go Through
Its Everyday Life For Me And You
Don't Feel Bad
I Know You Feel Bad
I Know You Feel Bad
Things That Happen Eveyday
Around The World Or Around Your Way
Just Tell A Story
What Do We Do?
Tell A Story
This Is Starting To Get Old
Got Me Feelin Lyk A Whales In Fish Bowl
When The City And The Summer Can Get Cold
When The Army Your Home Is Gnna Get Stole
N Everybody And Your Moma Got Bad Credit
It Dont Matter We Ball Like We Athletic
On The Run From The Cops
Till We Asmatic
In A House Will A Bill...?
This Aint Nothin But Life For Ghetto Youghts
That Im Writing Spitting This Little Booth
N If I Lie I Still Mix It With Little Truth
When I Go Down Nigga Im Living Proof
Dont Get Mad Because Im Stuck In This Glory
N Y'all Rappers Aint Go Nothing To For Me
But Right Now I Guess The Storys Over
The Storys Over
Ryhmefest
A Leader Of Records Man
We Document This Story For You
Put It Down
Chicargo
We Just Tell A Story
We Get On Borey