Uh check it out, yeah, let me tell you a little story   A little couple street tales, on the shit I be seeing   'Cuz yo I'm from Harlem and everyday I see shit yo   Like this, check it uh      Now here's a story 'bout a young kid   Had everything in life, never had to ask for nothing more than twice   His pops was getting his, moms was a lawyer   And his ball game almost had him draft to the hoier's      He fell in love with a chick named Latoya   But little did he know, Latoya was a hoe   Lot of shit 'bout Latoya he don't know   She fucked with some nigga named Bo who so blow      The day he found out, turned the town out   Ran up on Bo and his ass got pound out,   But yo when he came through he seen the devil in disguise   It was Bo with the devil in his eyes      Mack 11 on the side, him and seven other guys   And every last one of these niggas ready to ride   Beside the fact that this cat in the mix   Jaw all broke up but that could be fixed      Drawers all soaked up 'cuz that nigga pissed   Full force, cocked-back the rap nigga shit   Now perhaps nigga flipped or perhaps nigga cried   But deep down this nigga didn't really wanna die      Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die   Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die      Now here's a story 'bout another nigga, by the name of Jermaine   This nigga pushing 30 and still in the game   He won't change, all he do is sniff cocaine   Recruit niggas outta school and poison they brain      I'm saying any nigga fucking with Jermaine   This nigga had you hustling in the rain   Or bust a nigga brain this dude was menacin' fact   But these dominance cats could finish him black      'Cuz he didn't finish them packs, didn't finish that weight   That kid he had picture, caught ten in the face   Him and his ace, walk round with mack ten in his waste   But pop never been a disgrace      Word to mother, he got contract killers, combat niggas   They killed up a whole fifth of conic liquor   Skipped town thinking they wouldn't harm that nigga   Found out they know where your mom's at nigga      Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die   Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die      The last story is Samantha, type of chick that you pamper   Got a lot of junk in her pamper, pops was a panther   Her mom's some happy camper   That thought the whole world of Samantha      Moved to Atlanta at the age of 18   Got a couple girls and they formed the A-team   Some playthings, specialize in blazing   Her and her girlfriend may ling from Beijing      They was bugged harassing the scrubs   Everybody knew 'bout Samantha and clubs   Gullable, get Samantha some drugs   And you can take her home and get Samantha some love      Back-shots, yo Samantha don't budge   Probably all the niggas that Samantha done fucked   Lotta kids, she can twist lotta ways   Till she found out she HIV positive      Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die   Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die      Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die   Niggas get a little bit of loot, then think they fly   Then they wanna claim they thugs, but they really don't wanna die