Fat Joe: Story to tell

[Chorus:] For every shell that fell There's a story to tell They say you hustler then you going to hell Nah, I know God love's me Yeah, I know that he fucks with me Can a gangster go to heaven Let me in I call it survival you call it a sin Damn I got a story to tell Yeah, I got a story to tell [Verse 1:] Yeah I'm right here Gun in my right palm Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit this mic on I'm speaking my thoughts Nigga You catch a hundred if you speaking in court I'm feeling like Michael Just before the verdict Sweat on my forehead I'm anxious and nervous These streets ull eat you if you let em Cop ull beat you You pumping diesel then them Jack boys ull beat you I try and listen more and speak less Cause all that Barber shop talking ull put a Nigga to deep rest You on the corner and I'm flying buy Some foreign exotic mo' fucker You know we flying buy Oh you got nine lives I got a pine box You might as well hop your ass in it cause my iron popped And I ain't lying Ac Yeah I'm lying hard Run up on anybody that's supplying my block [Chorus] [Verse 2:] I know this Nigga named Shaheim An old school cat Did Football numbers And never once rat Now he back on the block got em slinging them packs And his rep's kind of crazy Known for slinging them Macks Got a baby with Sandra Names him K-Sacks Cause that's where he did his first bid way back Now this Nigga Sha' got like a memory lapse Basically you give him work and he ain't payin' back Now with some connects you could away with that But he must of fucked wit the wrong Columbian cats Now these niggaz comin' strapped they want they money back And you can't tell the difference cause some of them look black Now Sha on the block thinkin' life's a joke And his Mama just had a dream that he might get smoked But he don't give a fuck he been through the best wars Knife to knife The yard to mess halls And these niggaz here have something else in mine Like a hundred shots fired at a pretzel less spine Uh huh, you guessed it Just a matter of time Another soldier down he got hit with a nine Dang [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Nah I ain't a rapper Motha fuck rap They snitched on Kim How lame is that This game ain't shit But snakes and rats Fighting each other for loose change and scraps My Nigga kicked you right on your back when you down No life preservers They wanna see you drown Pull the trigger myself They don't want know help Now the only Nigga tell on myself is myself Money Power Respect You heard the Lox Half these niggaz in here deserve to get popped I think we another fuckin Biggy and Pac So you Mo' fuckers could have another million man march [Chorus] Now that Bitch Remy Martin She's down with us DJ Khaled He's down with us Street Runner , yeah he's down with us Engineer Drop Yeah He's down with us Them niggaz Cool and Dre They down with us Tony Sunshine He's down with us Macho You know he's down with us Sneaker boy safe He's down with us Pistol P He's down with us Richie Player Yeah he's down with us Alpo - you know he's down with us DJ Surge You know he's down with us LV you know he's down with us Full Flex and Mickey They down with us That boy Troy Carter He's down with us Aimee Morris you know she's down with us Rockwild You know he's down with us Them boys Corrupt Money Yeah they down with us JB and Young Neach They down with us Showbiz born Lord yeh he's down with us Diggin in the Crates is down with us My Nigga Opie is down with us Raulman is down with us Percie and TA they down with us Tego Calderon is down with us The whole Puerto Rico is down with us Santo Domingo is down with us Cuba - you know they down with us Latino's worldwide is down with us Hector Lafarver is down with us Pitbull You know he's down with us Viva Mexico yeah they down with us The boogie down Bronx is down with us Miami Dade county is down with us