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letra de cory story - swerv jones

‘b-b-bbbbeats produced by ayiro’

intro
uh
he ain’t never shoot a .40
first time caught a body and the judge gave ‘em 40
say a prayer for lil cory
this is the story of lil cory
uh
he ain’t never shoot a .40
first time caught a body and the judge gave ‘em 40
say a prayer for lil cory
this is the story of lil cory

verse
ghetto stories, faded off of the glory/
he got from being a considered a hitta was lil cory/
(like)
he was a shorty/
12 going on 40/
said his pops was doing time for a
murder in california/
(that sh-t) kinda molded him /
mama never noticed him/
except for when shе scolded him/
for not being able to keep control of him/
straight off thе porch, head first in the game/
not knowing the only trophy is a he-rs- or a chain/
yeah he was blinded/
more like misguided/
but woke, so them cold winters/
kept the uzi in his army jacket lining/
(g’d up)
yeah that’s right around the time when he met tay/
and they cl!cked, yeah they was something like kizza and arty clay/
(see)
this when it all started/
see tay was a hard target/
with a hot head/
tryna corner a small market/
had the spot jumping/
opps spinning his block dumping/
it’s a war zone, shots firing/
cops coming, (sh-t is hot now)/
cory falling right in the mix/
tay losing the streets, fell he need to tighten his grip/
that’s when it cl!cked, the quiet n-gga n0body knew/
figured he’d put him to the test to see how good he could shoot/
one day (one day) one day he told him ‘yo follow me to the roof/‘
‘i got some new sh-t i been dying to show you/‘
and he k!lled two birds with one stone/
so from that point it was on/
tay knew just the n-gga to go to/
weeks passed and it’s still lit/
that sh-t started f-cking up the paper/
so tay had got up with cory and took ‘em a lil field trip/
had a plug down in atlanta for the hammers/
he met through one of the b-tches that put him on to the scammers/
it was four .40’s still in the box/
came with a switch/
and a beam/
had to shoot to decatur to get the sticks/
now it’s back to the town/
right back to the business/
and cory went from the benches/
to posted up in the trenches/
it’s a man’s world, gotta stand firm where ya feet land/
never mind gossip but listen to what the streets saying/
word is opps caught tay at the lounge/
and sent twenty but they missed and hit like eight in the crowd/
tay telling the story, started breaking it down/
how through it all he kept seeing one face in the crowd/
said it stuck with him/
he made a vow said if he catch him that’s it’s up and it’s stuck with him/
another day or so/
cory in his thoughts and he thinking about the sh-t tay told him a couple days ago/
when from the left he seen a n-gga approaching/
and on his face showed so many emotions/
in the blink of a eye/
he tried to fire/
but he was late/
cory upped it and sent ten/
right in the projects, broad day/
it’s a g-code/
see no, speak no evil/
but not everybody living by the street code/
eyewitness put him right at the scene/
and told the fuzz ‘bout the shootouts every night with his team/
that gave him motive/
grand jury indicted him on murder/
and he still ain’t heard a word from his lawyer/
one week turned to two/
two turned to a month/
when out the blue he got a visit/
wasn’t who he expected/
it was mama/
telling him she had talked to the lawyer/
he needed $50,000 and she couldn’t afford it/
also said she had a message from his friend, his name was tay/
he said, ‘that n-gga that you downed/
that was the face in the crowd/
right after that, they tried to double back/
i hit one in his hat/
so i been low but ima be in touch as soon as i get back/
(d-mn)
just like that/
them n-ggas went from night and day/
to cory looking like he might not never see the light of day/
(never see the light of day)
and that sh-t made him feel some type of way/
like should i go to trial or take a plea and throw my life away/

- swerv jones

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