Story To Tell - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Story To Tell - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Album | Venni Vetti Vecci |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Cuz 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, it 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 | |
| *shotgun shoots* | |
| Shit, niggas mother****in' 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 | |
| Son in B'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 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 | |
| **** 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 with 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... |
| 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 | |
| Mama, 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Fivedoubleoh' s, hoes so deep | |
| He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key | |
| Remember me? J to the A, RUL, E baby | |
| Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell | |
| Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz | |
| with a story to tell, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| shotgun shoots | |
| Shit, niggas mother in' 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 | |
| Son in B' More, we scored more, than ever before | |
| Copped the two door, sixdoubleoh 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 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 | |
| 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 with 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... |
| 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 | |
| Mama, 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 | |
| Cuz 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 | |
| Fivedoubleoh' s, hoes so deep | |
| He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key | |
| Remember me? J to the A, RUL, E baby | |
| Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell | |
| Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz | |
| with a story to tell, uhhuh | |
| 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 | |
| shotgun shoots | |
| Shit, niggas mother in' 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 | |
| Son in B' More, we scored more, than ever before | |
| Copped the two door, sixdoubleoh 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 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 | |
| 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 with 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... |
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