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Ja Rule - Story to Tell lyrics
Aiyyo yo yo yo All y’all niggaz C’mon! Yo gather round Lay it up I got a story to tell All y’all niggaz gather round Hear this, hear this Listen up I got a story to tell Huh, listen up I got a story to tell Yeah, yeah, all y’all niggaz Listen up I got a story to tell C’mere, c’mere hear this, hear this Listen up I got a story to tell Yo, the Swatch bred Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God, the shit I’m bout to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside? His brother got murdered up North by milletas Ma-ma, battlin, cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold It ain’t pumpin out the love no mo’, and I feel that Where’s God when you really need it, where the love at? That’s why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil’ nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets His motto: ‘Nobody eats but me!’ Finally this young thug turned pro Used to show love now he nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-oh’s, hoes so deep He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key Remember me? J to the A R-U-L-E baby Smell beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz with a story to tell, uh-huh Listen I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I’m prayin to God, know I’m goin to hell If its out of my hands, I’ll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Yeah, uhh, yeah Let me holla at y’all Son in B’More, we scored more, than ever before Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a roll Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky Kept the currency comin, mo’, diamonds New clothes L.A. hoes that’ll ride us pronto Once you, lived in luxury, you can’t leave it Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into demons Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz Creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your glock cocked, one in the head Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean with two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny From there we’ll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That’s how a boy’s life is supposed to be Make our way to N.O. cause we Bout It Bout It Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit from here to Wisconsin Y’all niggaz can get it constant It ain’t hard that’s like pushin dope in the 5th Ward And just to get to God, I’ll go through hell and leave the world, a story to tell, heh Listen I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I’m prayin to God, know I’m goin to hell If its out of my hands, I’ll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Yeah, uhh, yeah Let me holla at y’all |
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