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 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   '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      Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit 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   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 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