Various Artists - Story to Tell lyrics

Aiyyo yo yo yo All y'all n***as C'mon! Yo gather round Lay it up I got a story to tell All y'all n***as 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 n***as 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 sh** I'm bout to holler is hard From start, this little n***a had a hell of a heart His pops, bangin that sh** 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 n***as got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil' n***a bout to k** 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 n***a 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 n***as With a story to tell, uh-huh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and d** 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 b**hes into divas Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these n***as Creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your Glock co*ked, 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 f** 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, co*k it pop it Listen up life is nuttin but the hot sh**, from here to Wisconsin Y'all n***as 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 d** 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...