Lyrics Art of Story Tellin, Pt. II - E-40

Ugh!
Pray you heard about our own nigga
"Naw what happen to our real nigga? "
They got a homie with a Chinese catering and turnt his car into a cheese grater
"How long ago did this happen? "
Bout an hour in a half ago
"What did they take him too? "
Queen of the Valley hospital
"What did the perpetrators look like? "
A bunch of mop heads, mop heads?
"Yeah, some niggas with some dreads
Who told you that dis brawl, how the fuck she know she saw it? "
Naw I ain't the one to gossip but I'm a keep it silent I think she why she got it
Now, now, now the factor had been proven but I think that nigga was goosing
"Who? "
The perpetrator my nigga I think that nigga was losing too
Well where the broad at, she cut she probably gone for days
She was in the car with him when she didn't get hit she only got a grase
A grase? You mean to tell me that bitch only got a flesh wound
And my nigga up in there brain dead layin up in a ICU room
Were these some clown niggas or some reppin' but really get down niggas
Where them niggas from what side of town I'm a still they crown nigga

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing (potna came up missing)
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')

"What'chu think we ought to do? " We gotta outthink them niggas
See it take a fool to catch a fool anybody got any pictures?
"Go they MySpace page, bet'chu one of em rob
We can almost guarantee you'll find a flick but the rest of them in the back
Ever since I received disturbing news, ever since I ain't been sober
We gotta react right now my nigga we can't wait for the shit to blow over"
Well I been doing a little bit of homework and I know this broad that know this cousin
And this cousin know this dude he on balooshi
He missing that shit with the pay pay, and a lode me around the way way
And it just so happen he knowing a nigga that pulled the trig to stay lay, his head at
He's hiding his yola and keeping his fuckin' bread at, his bread at
His broccoli is over his greens his guns he laid at, laid at
"Let em know that we got muscle, let em know that we ain't weak
Was it all this... everyday for a week
... in the middle of the damn drought, plucking em niggas out
Every since twos of two twenty-threes showing him who we about
BIATCH!

Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing (potna came up missing)
Don't even look over there, act like we ain't trippin'
The next few days potna came up missing
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')
The art of story tellin' (the art of story tellin')