Ja Rule - Story To Tell Lyrics
Niggas, *****esGather roundI got a story to tellHear this, hear thisGet the whole worldThe swatch bredThoroughbred, shockingly took two to the headKnowledge me god, the shit Im bout to holler is hardFrom start, this little nigga had a hell of a heartHis pops, bangin that shit in his arms, brokenA young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?His brother got murdered up north by milletasMa-ma, battlin, cancer, of the colonAt the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close inBlood damn near frozen, from a heart so coldIt aint pumpin out the love no mo, and I feel thatCuz God when you really need it, where the love at?Thats why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gatFreeze that like a photo, take it with you and knowThis lil nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flowHis role model, the heat, cause it runs streetsHis motto: nobody eats but me!Finally this young thug turned proUsed to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foesFive-double-ohs, hoes so deepHe the type of nigga that got it and break down a keyRemember me? j to the a, r-u-l, e babySmell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hellFill they bodies with shells and leave niggazWith a story to tell, uh-huhListen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleCause you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealedListen up I got a story to tellIm prayin to god, know Im goin to hellIf its out of my hands, Ill let time prevail, huhListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tell*shotgun shoots*Shit, niggas mother*****in die for this shitWe doHustle hard from city to cityFrom state to stateAll my niggasLet me holla at yallSon in bmore, we scored more, than ever beforeCopped the two door, six-double-oh off a rawShow no love for loss since big eight be that luckyNumber, we slammed eight of those in kentuckyKept the currency comin, mo, diamondsNew clothes l.a. hoes thatll ride us prontoOnce you, lived in luxury, you cant leave itFind yourself, turnin broke *****es into divasCan you believe this? in cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepinTie em on every block, til we shut down shopSo keep your glock *****ed, one in the headPush the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spreadThe alibi be simply, we was in the carribeanWith two of our women friends sippin remi and hennyFrom there well flow, to the florida keys and blow trees***** a couple of hoes and spend some cheeseThats how a boys life is supposed to beMake our way to n.o. cause we, bout it bout itThen down to d.c. where they, ***** it pop itListen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to wisconsinYall niggaz can get it constantIt aint hard thats like pushin dope in the 5th wardAnd just to get to god, Ill go through hellAnd leave the world with a story to tell, hehListen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleAnd you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huhListen up I got a story to tellIm prayin to god, know Im goin to hellIf its out of my hands, Ill let time prevailListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tell...
