The Story Songtext

DMX - The Story[DMX]I'm always talking shit, cause wherever I go I walk in shitAnd now they got me on some stalking shitBroad daylight, nigga zis crying, "But I don't want anyone to blast"So from the roof I pick em off like a scabAnd watch the slug bust a thug like a watermelonHe shoulda thought about that before caught a terrorAnd now another kid grows up without a daddy or a mommyCause at the funeral I hit up the caddy,it's the army for real niggaz with nothing to loseCause when it's time to go you don't get to chooseI make the muthafuckin rules and I enforce it,shorty's people was loose hand so he lost itI took the joints and tossed them, in the river,at the same spot that I dumpedThis kid that didn't wanna give a nigga the combo, to the safe in the cribLook, money, that's why I did what I did{2 niggaz Talking.....}[DMX]Mad stressed and I'm about to have a breakdownIt's time for pops who got the store on the corner to have get a shakedownHe hasn't paid for protection in like two monthsSo I figured I'd leave him wit like two frontsI break up shit to let him know that I'm realReminder, I know where you live so don't squealTold him, next time I come, Have some paper for meDon't fuck around and turn into another caper for meCause though he's cool all that cool shit stopsAnd I be in the crowd talking bout, "Yo who killed pops?"It's a shame, he was caught up in the game and couldn't play itSo I smoked him, I asked him "who's the man" and made him say itThree times, and that's how many times I hit himA nigga was acting like he didn't have to pay so I did himYo I think this shit is going to my head (for real)But let that be a lesson, don't pay dues and you dead{2 niggaz Talking.....}[DMX]A little birdie told me that the feds were on to meAnd they wanted to do something real wrong to meSo I broke out, Blazed the L for a whileChecked my sources and found my name was on fileUnder gun for hire and extortion, but yo I never useThe same joint twice as a precaution and I heard this kid tried to set me upHe knew I knew so he tried to wet me upSee he was under investigation for drugsThey set up all types of phone taps and bugsThen when they bagged him, money went out, reprisent (he was my friend)Said they'd let him go, all he had to do was snitchAnd I know now he wish they would have kept himCause it was sweet how I crept him, wet him up then left himAnd that's for mufuckas that don't knowGo against the grain and you feel the painAight yo?