Lyrics:

Phat Money Records
SPM baby
Puttin' it down with that Phat Money Records
Dope House Records
Phat Stacks, A.C. Chill, L.T.
This one's Ghetto Tales.
What you know about that?

[Chorus:]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail. [x2]

I'm rollin' H-Town South Park backstreets
A.C. Chill all the O.G.'s know me
In that Bourbon with the candy paint
For deep most of my niggas ain't got no car that's why
We so deep
We left a funeral to see my homey's mamma cry
It always hurt me when any of my homies die
All of a sudden gun shots rang out
I guess these young G's plexin' gang bang clout
We pulled over I said 'et me out this bitch man
One of these niggas finna get they wig split man
Pulled out my strap you know how the show goes
Somebody yelled out yo here come the Po-Po's
I told my niggax 'o man I'll Catch you later
Got pocket full of weed plus they got me on paper
Bailed around the corner to holla at my homey
Next thing you know the fuckin' haters roll up on me.
Damn, how much hating can a young nigga take?
First chance I get a muthafucker finna break
They caught me, now I'm in the jail cell pacin'
Damn, a violation
18 months is what I'm facin'.

[Chorus:]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail. [x2]

I'm pushin' weight tryin' to have it
Everything is flat
But at the same time I'm leavin' niggas on their back
Up in the neighborhood I'm tryin' to stack a little cream
I'm paper chasin' me we tryin' to stack some green
everything is far as bad when it comes to drama
I'm tryin' to make a little cash for me, Jay mamma
Ain't payin' no bills but these niggas got me fucked-up
I rather sit on streets than see my ass locked up
servin' fiends is an everyday life thing
from the cells chillin' tryin' to have a nice day
for this 420 Eastex life thing
I got the skills to hit a nigga from big mar man
platinum shit we gonna drop on the block-a-dee
Come watch my tongue twist wreckin' with my boy '
Tryin' to survive make a meal with these ghetto dreams
We player made plus we from the heart of S.E.

[Chorus:]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail. [x2]

SPM baby sittin' dope fiends at the dead end
Fightin' over sales with my muthafuckin' best friend
Used to be broke assed out
Now I buy Diamonds that make my wife pass out
Bad route was a path I chose
Blastin' hoes
At last I rose
I got cash clothes
From the crack I sold to let you bastards know
Stackin' dough sittin' on glass Vogues
My ass gonna show
I'm straight out of the slums
South Park where you get your car washed for crumbs
But these laws is on a cookout
I used to get took out
$3 pieces for my look out
Licensed Cookie Baker
That's my profession
Never have my dope in my own possession
Niggas sellin' cocaine in my domain
I sneak up from the back and take you out with no pain.

[Chorus:]
These are the tales, the Ghetto Tales
Dope sales life is hell, tryin' to stay out of jail. [x2]