4 Stories Lyrics - Obie Trice

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] 

Niggaz claim to be hard 

But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad 

Type to get stuck up, start prayin to God 

Like if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law 

No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things 

As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams 

[Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch] 

"Know what I mean?" 

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[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] 

Niggaz claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff 

Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge 

Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug 

That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga 

Everybody "2Pacalypse Now" 

But everybody hate the thought six feet down 

And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough 

You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps 

Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps 

Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want? 

[Break] 

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[Verse 3 - Obie Trice] 

Niggaz still kills me 

Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie 

Niggaz don't move me 

Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her tits and booty 

How the fuck you gon' shoot me 

When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi? 

Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs 

And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us 

Y'all cats is really hilarious 

But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come 

[Break] 

[Verse 4 - Obie Trice] 

The bullet strikes your dome 

For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone 

After that you're gone, everybody lookin 

Niggaz and bitches, everybody shook and 

Homicide late, chalk in the pavement 

Around your physique, in the streets you're layin 

Your baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse 

'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four 

A.M., ambulance here [siren], can't save 'em 

You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m. 

Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn 

She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone 

Tryin to be strong 

She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on 

Screamin "my baby!" 

All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be crazy