Niggas, bitches

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 nigga 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

'Cause 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 got nuttin' but hatred and foes

Five-double-O'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, it continued to uhh, give 'em Hell

Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz

With a story to tell 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

Listen up I got a story to tell

Listen up I got a story to tell ***, niggas motherfuckin' die for this *** we do

Hustle hard from city to city

From state to state

All my niggas

Let me holla at y'all Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before

Copped the two door, six-double-O 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 bitches into Divas 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' Remy 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, cock it, pop it

Listen up life is nuttin' but the hot ***, 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 with a story to tell 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 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