[02:43.00]Stories (feat. 3rd Diglah & Jojo Pellegrino) - Cappadonna
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[02:43.00][Featuring: Jojo Pellegrino and 3rd Diglah]
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[02:43.00][Cappadonna:]
[02:43.00]Little Mike with the big head, He used to come around
[02:43.00]Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed
[02:43.00]He wore them all red outfits, His color was red
[02:43.00]Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne
[02:43.00]Nose always running cause he sniffed coc*ine
[02:43.00]He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck
[02:43.00]On some South Shore sh*t, Like they ain't give a f**k
[02:43.00]Now I ain't supposed to tell ya'll they sell guns round here
[02:43.00]That cripple made dudes, And some got diarrhea
[02:43.00]Jugs on every block but we live out here
[02:43.00]And Staten Island be my ni**a, Ben, Lilz, And Pop
[02:43.00]Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks
[02:43.00]Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box
[02:43.00]Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox
[02:43.00]See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops
[02:43.00]Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot
[02:43.00]Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun
[02:43.00]Or get caught with that sh*t then you f**ked up son
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[02:43.00][JoJo Pellegrino:]
[02:43.00]Ayo, This one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique
[02:43.00]My G's from Gee Street, Stack G's on some G sh*t
[02:43.00]Narcs are circling sharks, Them Gee Street dicks
[02:43.00]Five bucks fills the Dutch, Them Gee Street Knicks
[02:43.00]Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits
[02:43.00]Yo, I smells a, Someone a Gee Street snitch
[02:43.00]Son slandered my name on that Gee Street strip
[02:43.00]Yo, Heard that Dread ran him off the Gee Street clique
[02:43.00]Picture hard to scale, It's heavy white, It's very hype
[02:43.00]But every night the block smell like chicken on the grill
[02:43.00]You ain't chef'n hard for real, You had ten grams B.C.
[02:43.00]Before cooked, You wound up getting seven on your scale
[02:43.00]You shook, Stuck like the elevator doors
[02:43.00]Stoned like Scram, Leathafase and Kawz, What
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[02:43.00][3rd Diglah:]
[02:43.00]Yeah, Yo you's a lame b**ch
[02:43.00]Claiming you thing, You sang snitch
[02:43.00]Meanwhile meet with the Marshall pointing at named pics
[02:43.00]Your street credibility's shaky now
[02:43.00]You better relocate before them hood dudes eat your face
[02:43.00]But it seems you ready to meet your fate
[02:43.00]So I'm a guess that you ready to die, On some Carlito's Way
[02:43.00]So now you back on the ave, Two-five in the stash
[02:43.00]Looking for someone to blast, So you can see your grave
[02:43.00]Can't make no money now, Everybody's acting foul
[02:43.00]It's all cause you didn't have no money for trial
[02:43.00]We're not done yet, You see your way
[02:43.00]And yet you got gagged and hog tied, Corn chip
[02:43.00]You a Frito Lay, You better move out quick yo
[02:43.00]Leave those trays, And get snitching out your life son
[02:43.00]True G's don't stray