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'
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 Yeah, yeah,
Traduzione: Fat Joe. Story To Tell.
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 [1st Verse] Yeah I
s the last day of the week, man what a relief My arms are sore as hell, I felt rigid and stiff so I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That
cuz I talk like this The corporate thugs is like, "Nah Hov" Talk that shit The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z [Chorus] [Fat Joe] Whattup
got the niggaz in the pen straight loc'in out But when the don is on nigga close ya mouth [Fat Joe] Yeah, yo You wouldn't understand my story of life
send you byna [Chorus: Fat Joe] Shit is realla then you think, man you must not know It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe The place I'
have it up to here Talking about skins, I have more than Richard Gere Yeah, cause I got it like that It ain't hard to tell that Joe is living fat How
(feat. Big Punisher, Fat Joe) [Fat Joe] Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthafuckas
shotgun, I'll kill you nigga All I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch My glock nine, my fo five My shotgun, I'll kill you nigga Lemme tell you a story
I need in this world is my bitch, my bitch My glock nine, my fo five My shotgun, I'll kill you nigga [Verse 1:] Let me tell you a story bout these punk
we ain't playin up here in New York [Hook ? Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the
t playin up here in New York [Hook - Fat Joe] I got a hundred guns, a hundred clips, Nigga I'm from New York (New York) And you can tell the way the
be toyed with Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggaz could tell
Yeah.. right there, right there That's the 2's and the 5's * bag rustling * Joe gimme that, the fat, the fat cap, fat cap Yeah.. * train rolls in *