Ja Rule Lyrics

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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, it's widespread

 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 nietas

 My 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

 Cause 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 got 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 the beef, and continue to uhh, give 'em hell

 Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz

 with a story to tell, uh-huh

 

 Listen up 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 it's 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 divas

 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 up I got a story to tell

 On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale

 And you hoes know the game that we play is real

 Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh

 

 Listen up I got a story to tell

 I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell

 If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail

 Listen up I got a story to tell

 

 Listen up I got a story to tell

 

 Listen up I got a story to tell...