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the story - peezy lyrics

[intro]
you know what i’m sayin’?
sh*t so real out here
i mean, like, it don’t matter who the f*ck you is, n*gga, men, women, or tie, you dig?
you cross that line, n*gga, you gotta pay the consequences, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse]
let me tell y’all a story ’bout two n*ggas from the d
been down since they was kids, grew up on the same street
they both grew up different, but they shared the same struggles
put they heads together, and start helpin’ one another
see, dj was smart, he always been in his books
and lil’ marcus grimy, always been a crook
put both of them together, knew they had what it took
to make some big money and move n*ggas out the hood
dj was the brains, lil’ mark was the muscle
a n*gga touch dj, then lil’ mark comin’
lil’ mark had a line down the way with his cousin
dj wrote the ‘scripts and knew the pharmacy to bust ’em
perfect how these lil’ n*ggas put this plan together
mark shoot the trips, dj get the bag together
lookin’ back at the old days, laughin’ at ’em
sayin’ to each other, “we gon’ get this cash forever”
ten turned to twenty, twenty turned into fifty
used to be around, now they barely in the city
hundred bands later, on a million dollar mission
it’s funny how these n*ggas both alike, but so different
dj was the type who ain’t really care for pictures
mark the type of n*gga who just love the attention
dj was the one who you ain’t know was in the building
and mark the type of n*gga let you know he got his pistol
as the bag grow and grow, and as the cash flow
mark was out there f*ckin’ with this nothin’*ass ho
she f*ckin’ up his head and he keep f*ckin’ raw
and stealin’ out his pockets every time he nod off
this the third time the bag came up short
but dj ain’t trippin’, ’cause him and mark like blood
and there ain’t nothin’ ‘posed to come between homies
so when he got back, bro decided to speak on it
say, mark, the last three times you’ve been short some cash
somebody can’t count it, you done showed the ho the stash
but he love mark and he wouldn’t dare accuse his mans
but somethin’ ain’t right, some sh*t he just don’t understand
’cause when it came to mark, it’s this ho he been f*ckin’ with
got so high one night, he couldn’t even f*ck the b*tch
runnin’ back and forth to the door, sales rushin’ in
slippin’ that night, this n*gga hid the cheese and fronted the b*tch
d*mn, so now he know it’s his fault
now he sittin’ back thinkin’, “how to settle the score?”
so he went back again and he played this sh*t off
act like he felled asleep and couldn’t believe what he saw
she don’t know she f*cked up, ’cause mark a real k!ller
and got the cheese to back and buy some real n*ggas
can’t let this sh*t slide, he gotta deal with it
woke up next day, she took a coffee with a pill in it
hour go past, this b*tch done fell all out
pill over her face, n*gga, finish the job
man or a woman, never let sh*t slide
know it’s real consequences when you f*ckin’ with the mob, gone

- peezy lyrics

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