Текст песни Ja rule - Belly soundtrack, слова песни Ja rule

Текст песни Ja rule - Belly soundtrack

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Aiyyo yo yo yoAll y`all niggazC`mon! Yo gather roundLay it up I got a story to tellAll y`all niggaz gather roundHear this, hear thisListen up I got a story to tellHuh, listen up I got a story to tellYeah, yeah, all y`all niggazListen up I got a story to tellC`mere, c`mere hear this, hear thisListen up I got a story to tellYo, it`s widespreadThoroughbred, shockingly took two to the headKnowledge me God, the shit I`m bout to holler is hardFrom start, this little nigga had a hell of a heartHis pops, bangin that shit in his arms, brokenA young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?His brother got murdered up North by nietasMy ma, battlin, cancer, of the colonAt the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close inBlood damn near frozen, from a heart so coldIt ain`t pumpin out the love no mo`, and I feel thatCause God, when you really need it, where the love at?That`s why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gatFreeze that like a photo, take it with you and knowThis lil` nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flowHis role model, the heat, cause it runs streetsHis motto: `Nobody eats but me!`Finally this young thug turned proUsed to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foesFive-double-oh`s, hoes so deepHe the type of nigga that got it and break down a keyRemember me? J to the A, R-U-L, E babySmell the beef, and continue to uhh, give `em hellFill they bodies with shells and leave niggazwith a story to tell, uh-huhListen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleCause you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealedListen up I got a story to tellI`m prayin to God, know I`m goin to hellIf it`s out of my hands, I`ll let time prevail, huhListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tellYeah, uhh, yeahLet me holla at y`allSon in B`More, we scored more, than ever beforeCopped the two door, six-double-oh off a rollShow no love for loss since big eight be that luckynumber, we slammed eight of those in KentuckyKept the currency comin, mo`, diamondsNew clothes L.A. hoes that`ll ride us prontoOnce you, lived in luxury, you can`t leave itFind yourself, turnin broke bitches into divasCan you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz CreepinTie em on every block, til we shut down shopSo keep your glock cocked, one in the headPush the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spreadThe alibi be simply, we was in the Carribeanwith two of our women friends sippin Remi and HennyFrom there we`ll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow treesFuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheeseThat`s how a boy`s life is supposed to beMake our way to N.O. cause we, Bout It Bout ItThen down to D.C. where they, cock it pop itListen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to WisconsinY`all niggaz can get it constantIt ain`t hard that`s like pushin dope in the 5th WardAnd just to get to God, I`ll go through helland leave the world, a story to tell, hehListen up I got a story to tellOn the streets we got guns and drugs for saleAnd you hoes know the game that we play is realKeep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huhListen up I got a story to tellI`m prayin to God, know I`m goin to hellIf it`s out of my hands, I`ll let time prevailListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tellListen up I got a story to tell...

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