Aiyyo yo yo yo
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All y'all niggaz
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C'mon! Yo gather round
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Lay it up I got a story to tell
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All y'all niggaz gather round
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Hear this, hear this
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Huh, listen up I got a story to tell
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Yeah, yeah, all y'all niggaz
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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C'mere, c'mere hear this, hear this
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Yo, it's widespread
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Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head
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Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard
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From start, this little nigga had a hell of a heart
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His pops, bangin that shit in his arms, broken
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A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
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His brother got murdered up North by nietas
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My ma, battlin, cancer, of the colon
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At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in
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Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold
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It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that
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Cause God, when you really need it, where the love at?
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That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
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Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know
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This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow
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His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets
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His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'
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Finally this young thug turned pro
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Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes
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Five-double-oh's, hoes so deep
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He the type of nigga that got it and break down a key
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Remember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E baby
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Smell the beef, and continue to uhh, give 'em hell
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Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz
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with a story to tell, uh-huh
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
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Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real
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Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell
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If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Yeah, uhh, yeah
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Let me holla at y'all
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Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before
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Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a roll
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Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky
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number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky
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Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds
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New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto
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Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it
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Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas
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Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz Creepin
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Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop
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So keep your glock cocked, one in the head
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Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
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The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean
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with two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny
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From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees
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Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese
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That's how a boy's life is supposed to be
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Make our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout It
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Then down to D.C. where they, cock it pop it
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Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin
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Y'all niggaz can get it constant
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It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward
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And just to get to God, I'll go through hell
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and leave the world, a story to tell, heh
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
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And you hoes know the game that we play is real
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Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell
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If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Listen up I got a story to tell
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Listen up I got a story to tell...
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Story To Tell
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Ja Rule |