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Story to tell Video (MV)




Performed By: P. Blac
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Rodney Foster




P. Blac - Story to tell Lyrics




Young Napp baby, yeah, P-Black, I got a story to tell, nigga, yeah, P-Black
I'ma tell y'all a story about this dude named Rod, I asked him what was wrong, he said the street broke his heart
I handed him a napkin so he can wipe his face, he turned and looked at me, this what he had to say
I'ma tell y'all a story about this dude named Rod, I asked him what was wrong, he said the street broke his heart

I handed him a napkin so he can wipe his face, he turned and looked at me, this what he had to say
Main I'm tired of living life, dawg, this shit ain't fun, this shit f*cked up, a nigga killed my son
The nigga who did it still on the run, when I see him we gon' play and it ain't gon' be fun
Cause man, if I see him, I'ma rob him and mob him, put him on the floor and then I mop him

I'ma leave him in the dirt, I'ma leave him in the mud, I'ma show him how to spill some f*ckin' blood
Look, he took my child and now I can't smile, when I see him, I'ma hit him in his brows
I'ma leave him on the bank, I'ma leave his ass to stink, I'ma put him on a ship and let it sink
Whoa, whoa, Rod, you need to wipe your tears and chill

Cause if you f*cked up then they gon' give you some years
And God make it happen in mysterious ways
Whoever killed your son, they can count they days
While they locked up, you out here gettin' money

So think about it before you crash out like a dummy
See, we hold you in our heart and surround you with love
And I pray you reap the blessings from your son up above love
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Young Napp baby, yeah, P-Black, I got a story to tell, nigga, yeah, P-Black
I'ma tell y'all a story about this dude named Rod, I asked him what was wrong, he said the street broke his heart
I handed him a napkin so he can wipe his face, he turned and looked at me, this what he had to say
I'ma tell y'all a story about this dude named Rod, I asked him what was wrong, he said the street broke his heart

I handed him a napkin so he can wipe his face, he turned and looked at me, this what he had to say
Main I'm tired of living life, dawg, this shit ain't fun, this shit f*cked up, a nigga killed my son
The nigga who did it still on the run, when I see him we gon' play and it ain't gon' be fun
Cause man, if I see him, I'ma rob him and mob him, put him on the floor and then I mop him

I'ma leave him in the dirt, I'ma leave him in the mud, I'ma show him how to spill some f*ckin' blood
Look, he took my child and now I can't smile, when I see him, I'ma hit him in his brows
I'ma leave him on the bank, I'ma leave his ass to stink, I'ma put him on a ship and let it sink
Whoa, whoa, Rod, you need to wipe your tears and chill

Cause if you f*cked up then they gon' give you some years
And God make it happen in mysterious ways
Whoever killed your son, they can count they days
While they locked up, you out here gettin' money

So think about it before you crash out like a dummy
See, we hold you in our heart and surround you with love
And I pray you reap the blessings from your son up above love
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Writer: Rodney Foster
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