Ja Rule — Story to Tell

[Intro] Niggas, bitches Gather round, got a story to tell There it is, there it is [Verse 1] 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 molded, 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 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 nothin' 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 niggas With a story to tell, uh-huh [Chorus] 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 mothafucking die for the shit we do! Hustle hard, from city to city, from state to state... Let me holla at y'all [Verse 2] 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 niggas breathin' 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 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 Leave the world, a story to tell, heh [Chorus] 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