Aiyyo yo yo yo All yÔÇÖall niggaz CÔÇÖmon!
Yo gather round Lay it up I got a story to tell
All yÔÇÖall niggaz 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 yÔÇÖall niggaz Listen up I got a story to tell
CÔÇÖmere, cÔÇÖmere hear this, hear this Listen up I got a story to tell
Yo, the Swatch bred Thoroughbred,
shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God,
the shit IÔÇÖm 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 ainÔÇÖt pumpin out the love no moÔÇÖ, and I feel that
WhereÔÇÖs God when you really need it, where the love at?
ThatÔÇÖs why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know
This lilÔÇÖ nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow
His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets
His motto: ÔÇÿNobody eats but me!ÔÇÖ
Finally this young thug turned pro
Used to show love now he nuttin but hatred and foes
Five-double-ohÔÇÖs, 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 beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz with a story to tell,
uh-huh
Listen 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 IÔÇÖm prayin to God,
know IÔÇÖm goin to hell If its out of my hands,
IÔÇÖll 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 yÔÇÖall
Son in BÔÇÖMore, 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, moÔÇÖ, diamonds
New clothes L.A. hoes thatÔÇÖll ride us pronto
Once you, lived in luxury, you canÔÇÖt leave it
Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into demons
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 weÔÇÖll flow, to the Florida
Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
ThatÔÇÖs how a boyÔÇÖs 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
YÔÇÖall niggaz can get it constant
It ainÔÇÖt hard thatÔÇÖs like pushin dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God,
IÔÇÖll go through hell and leave the world,
a story to tell, heh
Listen 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 IÔÇÖm prayin to God,
know IÔÇÖm goin to hell If its out of my hands,
IÔÇÖll 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 yÔÇÖall
