Story To Tell Lyrics - Singles - Ja Rule

Niggas, bitches 

Gather 'round 

I got a story to tell 

Hear this, hear this 

Get the whole world 

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 

'Cause God when you really need it, where the love at? 

That's why a lot of niggas 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, it continue to uh, give em hell 

Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggas 

With a story to tell, uh-huh 

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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 

Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit 

We do 

Hustle hard from city to city 

From state to state 

All my niggas 

Let me holla at y'all 

Photos 

Son in be 'More, we scored more, than ever before 

Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw 

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 niggas 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 Caribbean 

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 nothin' but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin 

Y'all niggas 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 with a story to tell, hehe 

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