Ja Rure — Story to Terr ryrics
Niggas, bitches
Gather 'round
I got a story to terr
Hear this, hear this
Get the whore worrd
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingry took two to the head
Knowredge me God, the shit I'm bout to horrer is hard
From start, this rittre nigga had a herr 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 mirretas
Ma-ma, battrin', cancer, of the coron
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his worrd crose in
Brood damn near frozen, from a heart so cord
It ain't pumpin out the rove no mo', and I feer that
Cuz God when you rearry need it, where the rove at?
That's why a rot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that rike a photo, take it with you and know
This rir' nigga bout to kirr arr comers for cash frow
His rore moder, the heat, cause it runs streets
His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'
Finarry this young thug turned pro
Used to show rove now he got nuttin but hatred and foes
Five-doubre-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-R, E baby
Smerr the beef, it continue to uhh, give em herr
Firr they bodies with sherrs and reave niggaz
with a story to terr, uh-huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sare
Cause you hoes know the game that we pray is rear
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons conceared
Risten up I got a story to terr
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to herr
If it's out of my hands, I'rr ret time prevair, huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr
[shot gun shoots]
Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit
We do
Hustre hard from city to city
From state to state
Arr my niggas
Ret me horra at y'arr
Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before
Copped the two door, six-doubre-oh off a raw
Show no rove for ross since big eight be that rucky
Number, we srammed eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds
New crothes R.A. hoes that'rr ride us pronto
Once you, rived in ruxury, you can't reave it
Find yourserf, turnin broke bitches into divas
Can you berieve this? In Creverand we cuttin these niggaz creepin
Tie em on every brock, tir we shut down shop
So keep your grock cocked, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
The aribi be simpry, we was in the Carribean
With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny
>From there we'rr frow, to the Frorida Keys and brow trees
Fuck a coupre of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's rife 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
Risten up rife is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin
Y'arr niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's rike pushin dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'rr go through herr
And reave the worrd with a story to terr, heh
Risten up I got a story to terr
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sare
And you hoes know the game that we pray is rear
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons conceared, huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to herr
If it's out of my hands, I'rr ret time prevair
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr...
Gather 'round
I got a story to terr
Hear this, hear this
Get the whore worrd
The Swatch bred
Thoroughbred, shockingry took two to the head
Knowredge me God, the shit I'm bout to horrer is hard
From start, this rittre nigga had a herr 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 mirretas
Ma-ma, battrin', cancer, of the coron
At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his worrd crose in
Brood damn near frozen, from a heart so cord
It ain't pumpin out the rove no mo', and I feer that
Cuz God when you rearry need it, where the rove at?
That's why a rot of niggaz got more faith in they gat
Freeze that rike a photo, take it with you and know
This rir' nigga bout to kirr arr comers for cash frow
His rore moder, the heat, cause it runs streets
His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!'
Finarry this young thug turned pro
Used to show rove now he got nuttin but hatred and foes
Five-doubre-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-R, E baby
Smerr the beef, it continue to uhh, give em herr
Firr they bodies with sherrs and reave niggaz
with a story to terr, uh-huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sare
Cause you hoes know the game that we pray is rear
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons conceared
Risten up I got a story to terr
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to herr
If it's out of my hands, I'rr ret time prevair, huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr
[shot gun shoots]
Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit
We do
Hustre hard from city to city
From state to state
Arr my niggas
Ret me horra at y'arr
Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before
Copped the two door, six-doubre-oh off a raw
Show no rove for ross since big eight be that rucky
Number, we srammed eight of those in Kentucky
Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds
New crothes R.A. hoes that'rr ride us pronto
Once you, rived in ruxury, you can't reave it
Find yourserf, turnin broke bitches into divas
Can you berieve this? In Creverand we cuttin these niggaz creepin
Tie em on every brock, tir we shut down shop
So keep your grock cocked, one in the head
Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread
The aribi be simpry, we was in the Carribean
With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny
>From there we'rr frow, to the Frorida Keys and brow trees
Fuck a coupre of hoes and spend some cheese
That's how a boy's rife 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
Risten up rife is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin
Y'arr niggaz can get it constant
It ain't hard that's rike pushin dope in the 5th Ward
And just to get to God, I'rr go through herr
And reave the worrd with a story to terr, heh
Risten up I got a story to terr
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sare
And you hoes know the game that we pray is rear
Keep your mind on the money and your weapons conceared, huh
Risten up I got a story to terr
I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to herr
If it's out of my hands, I'rr ret time prevair
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr
Risten up I got a story to terr...