Ja Rule – Story to Tell

Story to Tell is another awesome and intriguing hip-hop and rap single developed by a talented American rapper, Ja Rule.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Venni Vetti Vecci” was officially released on 1 June 1999.

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LYRICS

Niggas, bitches

Gather round, got a story to tell

There it is, there it is

Yo, it’s widespread

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 molded, 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 niggas 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 nothin’ 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 the beef, and continue to uh, give ’em hell

Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggas

With a story to tell, uh-huh

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, huh

Listen up, I got a story to tell

Listen up, I got a story to tell

Shit

Niggas motherfuckin’ die for the shit we do!

Hustle hard, from city to city, from state to state

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 divas

Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin’ these niggas breathin’

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 Caribbean

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 nothin’ but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin

Y’all niggas 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

Leave the world, a story to tell, heh

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, 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