Story To Tell Lyrics

Story To Tell lyrics

Aiyyo yo yo yo All y’all niggaz C’mon! 

Yo gather round Lay it up I got a story to tell 

All y’all 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 y’all niggaz 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, 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 

Where’s 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 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 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 I’m prayin to God, 

know I’m goin to hell If its 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 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 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 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, 

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 I’m prayin to God, 

know I’m goin to hell If its 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