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JA RULE lyrics : "Story to Tell"

^!$$%s, (*##$es
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 %#@! I'm bout to holler is hard

From start, this little ^!$$% had a hell of a heart
His pops, bangin that %#@! 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 ^!$$%z got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know
This lil' ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z

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

[shot gun shoots]


%#@!, ^!$$%s mother$#&@in' die for this %#@!
We do

Hustle hard from city to city
From state to state
All my ^!$$%s

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 (*##$es into divas
Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these ^!$$%z creepin
Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop

So keep your glock @@#!ed, 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, @@#! it pop it

Listen up life is nuttin but the hot %#@!, from here to Wisconsin
Y'all ^!$$%z 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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