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Story To Tell (Biggie Tribute) Lyrics - Artist : Nwigwe, Tobe
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RIP to BIG CJ I told you I'd do one for you I'll tell a story and the whole nine yards I just hate it had to be like this Listen up Listen up, I got this story to tell I'm from the southwest, where the streets gory as hell My mama watchin' too much Family Feud, Maury as well My cousin in jail, I swear to God, Jacorey need bail Again, but he don't ever listen though He a blood now but I swear he was a crip before He obsessed with tellin' me how he be gettin' dough And how them girls look at him like he up under some mistletoe Quid pro quo in latin means something for something I guess that's what we got when we brought him back stumblin' To the crib, fresh off of lock from the county The doctor said he took his pills, must have miscounted 'Cause thirty minutes after he was at the crib My sister hit me up, said, "Guess what this dummy just did" I said, "What?" She said, "Hol' up" and then her signal faded Sidenote, T-Mobile, all your plans is overrated I waited, waited, got slightly irritated Almost hung up, then she came back on, finished the statement She said, "Tobe, daddy left him by hisself He found the keys and grabbed them hoes up off the shelf He stole the car a-a-and guess what else?" I said, "What? He robbed a bank?" She said, "You dumb as hell No, boy that requires a plan of action Boy, Jacorey barely know how to multiply fractions This lil' dummy left the neighborhood, got in a accident Ain't have no license or insurance, certified African" Old lady that he hit got out the car As she approached, that boy dipped, no disregard You would think ok that's it, he took the whip and parked Contraire mon frère, that there was just the start He swung hard in the neighborhood exit The boulevard was 'bout to be left with A stealer that should've called it quits like Byron Leftwich Plus he was epic for having the worst drivin' in Texas Straight up dyslexic, been taught a message by drivin' suave Two minutes into the subdivision, hit a garage Don't even understand how that's possible, word to God This boy needed three hundred slaps, word to Gerard Butler and every soldier up in Sparta Tryin' to move upward, I hate when dummies make it harder Him say him hustler, boy shut up, you still ride the Marta He the type to think he ballin' 'cause he shop at Zara Sayonara to the home he destroyed The car was workin' fine, he left it unemployed Police station down the road had officers deployed Of course they pulled up on the scene highly annoyed To see a lil' idiot joggin' away About two hundred yards from where the vehicle lay They pulled up on him askin' questions like, "Where do you stay?" He told them he was doin' his jog for the day Look, real talk, they probably would have let him go If he ain't have a Coogi outfit on from head to toe They asked him 'bout the car he crashed, he said, "Man I don't know" Then they detain him 'cause he said, "The driver might be close" They said, "Where?" He gave 'em the address to the crib He told the laws Uncle Joe so he could dodge a bid My pops hit the scene pissed, tried to split his wig Then he confessed, now he probably in county gettin' slid Look, only 'cause in prison they ain't for the mumblin' I tried to teach him that, he prefer to be fumblin' Through the pages of his life when his daddy had left He thinks his pops comin' back, told him don't hold your breath He got deported, list of reasons, was an assortment He was bipolar, could care less about the law enforcement Told him take his pills, he said, "Hell nah, I can't afford it" Then they caught him, sent him back, now his son is in orbit Ouu, I know, story is horrid But it's all perspective, we selective on things we see gorgeous I think my uncle even kind of distorted the fortress Within the kin it ain't support if the support ain't supportive Look, that means he wasn't really there I mean he drove a cab but never really paid the fare For all his indecision, was in and out of prison Fifteen years he been missin', so did he really care? Hmm, look, you be the judge Every month, Jacorey got to see a judge Probably 'cause his pops ain't help him readjust That's enough Man, listen If you ain't there to teach yo' kids Then somebody else gon' teach yo' kids They just gon' fall victim to whatever it is that's around 'em I just really hope I could paint that picture So shoutout to CJ RIP to BIG This is really just a responsibility piece |
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