Lil Wayne - More To The Story (ft. Raekwon) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics

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Lil Wayne is here again with "More To The Story" featuring Raekwon.

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by German (Producer), Ben Billions & Infamous.

Whenever two lyrical greats join forces on a track, it's always worth a listen.

Today, with the release of Tha Carter V Deluxe Edition, comes yet another collaboration between Lil Wayne and Raekwon.

Having previously connected on The Wild's "My Corner," the worlds of Cash Money and Wu-Tang have aligned for "More To The Story," an easy highlight off Weezy's new release.

Kicking off with a synth-driven build-up, the signature lighter flick spells imminent doom as Wayne steps to the mic.

Taking to the creeping synth arpeggio and uptempo percussion, he lets fly a frantic salvo of bars lined with typical clever punchlines.

"They pulled him over, they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright," raps Weezy.

"Yeah right, cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white." Before long, he's settling into his storytelling bag, the tension enhanced by the addition of a piano element.

Setting the bar high, Raekwon slides through to continue where Wayne left off, spitting a rugged double-time flow lined with violent imagery.

"Ten seconds left, he gon' get it, mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted," raps the Chef.

"Caught him in the pool room, two to his head." Lil Wayne - More To The Story (ft.

Raekwon) (prod.

German, Ben Billions & Infamous) Lyrics.

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Oh, you ain't heard? Him and dopeman ain't cool no more 'Cause dopeman tried to charge him double for the usual Damn You just don't hear good news no more After I tell this story, I gotta kill who I told Okay, his new package had came in Had the whole house stankin' Traphouse doorbell ringin' Traphouse gettin' too famous His traphouse poppin' all night The porch light should be strobe lights That shit them police don't like You know them pigs no good like pork rinds Gotta go home to that whore wife That don't never wan' fuck, just start fights And he just made a hard right at the wrong time They pulled him over, they only write him a ticket, he'll be alright Yeah, right ‘Cause you know he fit the description of a black male that sell white AK on the backseat Trunk full of cocaína He stepped on the gas and got ghost on 'em His bitch scream like she seen one He said, “Shut up while I speed up” She said, “I think you lost 'em," now he think he lost 'em Now he lost his train of thought The voice in his head said, “All aboard” And he woke up, don't listen to that bitch She coked up off of his stuff And he know it's good Where the popcorn? This story good, call Hollywood But anyway, let a nigga get back to it He came to a neighborhood and he zig-zagged through it He didn't see the lights, but he still heard the sirens Cut off all his lights and they drove right by him, woo Chapter two Traphouse just got cable Stuntin' on the neighbors The cable man was the feds though A four-year-old was in bed though He woke up when he heard the Glocks cock You wouldn't believe what happened ten seconds laters To be continued, dot, dot, dot [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ten seconds left, he gon' get it Mag in his mouth, mean like a fitted Caught him in the pool room, two to his head In the room and boom, they did it, wow Face on the ground, Ace of Spade on the ground Run, bullets, they'll chase you around Don't listen to me, these niggas ain't playin' Yo, they'll lace 'em down, feel it One hit Willy Other nigga live with a milli Other nigga ride him Phillies Run through the hood, all blood, blowin' bills on grils Just chillin' up in New York City One got witty Took his mask off, he a dumbass Got him on viddy Somebody yelled out, “Yo, that's 'Chelle” Blaow, blaow, caught her in the titty, huh Four more shells went to his face like gazelles Bloody, they laced him up well Niggas stop shootin', get the loot Stop bullshittin', boy, you wild, stop playin' yourself This ain't good, now they fucked Police barricade the buildin', what? Now we stuck Now this clown-ass nigga just fucked us all up (Up) Eleven more shots Came to the door was the cops Chain popped off, caught him in his top Fell to the floor, damn four-year-old shorty just looked up Said, “They got you” Damn, another nigga dead Another nigga head licked, damn, they copped out What's it all about, kid? Max out, shed, play the background, we's out Mwah [Chorus: Lil Wayne] There's always more to the story (To the story) There's always more to the story You ain't hear it from me (Hear it from me) And what you hear, don't repeat (Don't repeat) Or disappear in your sleep And you ain't hear this from me (This from me) There's always more to the story (To the story) And that's the moral to the story Nigga, listen to me (Listen to me) Fuck what you hear in these streets, yeah (Streets) And if I hear you them people You ain't hearin' from me (From me) Ben Billions


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