I Love to Tell the Story - Eduard Klassen

I love to tell the story Of unseen things above Of Jesus and his glory Of Jesus and his love I love to tell the story Because I know 'tis true It satisfies my longings As nothing else can do I love to tell the story 'Twill be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love I love to tell the story For those who know it best Seem hungering and thirsting To hear it like the rest And when, in scenes of glory I sing the new, new song 'Twill be the old, old story That I have loved so long I love to tell the story 'Twill be my theme in glory To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love To tell the old, old story Of Jesus and his love

Who y'all talkin to man Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches In other niggaz cribs Thinkin shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha Live niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya Niggaz think frankie pussy whipped, nigga picture that With a kodak, insta-ma-tak We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat Sweetness, where you parked at Petiteness but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm fucking witchu The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-oh With the five in front, probably a connivin' stunt Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her Find a deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh Then we all get laced Television's, Versace heaven, when I'm up in em The shit she kicked, all the shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin gainst the utah jazz My 112, cd blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the grass She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home Yep, tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this Now I'm like bitch you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him, arm, leg She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh Before my eyes could blink She screams out, honey bring me up something to drink He go back downstairs more time to think Her brain racing, she's tellin me to stay patient She don't know I'm, cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will though, I probably chill doe Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, nigga comin off some love potion shit Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass screamin, don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my ass, please Nigga pullin mad g's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh Yo man, y'all niggaz ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me Remember that bitch I left the club with man yo, freaky yo, I'm up in This bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit I'm up in the spot though, one of them six-five niggaz, I don't know Anyway I'm up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I'm up in the pussy Whatever whatever, I sparks up some lye, pop duke creeps up in on some Must have been rained out or something because he's in the Spot had me scared, had me scared, I was shook daddy, but I forget I Had my roscoe on me always, you know how we do, so anyway the nigga Comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the bitch all shook she Sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit. She gettin Mad nervous, I said fuck that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it Nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin face Gagged that bitch up, played the kizzack. Soon this nigga comes up in The spot, flash the desert in his face he drops the glass, looked like The nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother ahh fuck it This nigga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me Mad papers, mad papers, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch cuz Word to mother I used to fuck her cousin but you ain't know that hahaha You wouldn't know that shit, really though, I threw all that Motherfuckin money up in the prada knapsack. two words, I'm gone No doubt, no doubt, no doubt, yo nigga got some lye, y'all got Some lye

Niggas, bitches Gather 'round I got a story to tell Hear this, hear this Get the whole world The Swatch bred Thoroughbred, shockingly took two to the head Knowledge me God, the shit I'm bout to holler is hard From start, this little nigga had a hell 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 milletas Ma-ma, battlin', cancer, of the colon At the tender age of thirteen, watchin his world close in Blood damn near frozen, from a heart so cold It ain't pumpin out the love no mo', and I feel that Cuz God when you really need it, where the love at? That's why a lot of niggaz got more faith in they gat Freeze that like a photo, take it with you and know This lil' nigga bout to kill all comers for cash flow His role model, the heat, cause it runs streets His motto: 'Nobody eats but me!' Finally this young thug turned pro Used to show love now he got nuttin but hatred and foes Five-double-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-L, E baby Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell Fill they bodies with shells and leave niggaz With a story to tell, uh-huh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale Cause you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail, huh Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Shit, niggas motherfuckin' die for this shit We do Hustle hard from city to city From state to state All my niggas Let me holla at y'all Son in B'More, we scored more, than ever before Copped the two door, six-double-oh off a raw Show no love for loss since big eight be that lucky Number, we slammed eight of those in Kentucky Kept the currency comin, mo', diamonds New clothes L.A. hoes that'll ride us pronto Once you, lived in luxury, you can't leave it Find yourself, turnin broke bitches into divas Can you believe this? In Cleveland we cuttin these niggaz creepin Tie em on every block, til we shut down shop So keep your glock cocked, one in the head Push the five series drop just in case we gotta spit and spread The alibi be simply, we was in the Carribean With two of our women friends sippin Remi and Henny From there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life 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 Listen up life is nuttin but the hot shit, from here to Wisconsin Y'all niggaz can get it constant It ain't hard that's like pushin dope in the 5th Ward And just to get to God, I'll go through hell And leave the world with a story to tell, heh Listen up I got a story to tell On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale And you hoes know the game that we play is real Keep your mind on the money and your weapons concealed, huh Listen up I got a story to tell I'm prayin to God, know I'm goin to hell If it's out of my hands, I'll let time prevail Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell Listen up I got a story to tell...

I grew up in the country, six kids in a two room shack Soon as I learned those three chords I had a guitar on my back I wanted to carry a football, that dream came and went real soon Made it through two years of college, thank God I can carry a tune Na na, yeah, thank God I can carry a tune I know love, I know pain Gotta little rusty in the rain I've been lost, I've been found I left my mark on my little bitty town Yeah, I raised me a few good babies Raised me a whole lotta Hell And if I ever get to Heaven I'm gonna have a story to tell Yeah, if I get there I'm gonna have a story to tell I drank a lot of cheap whiskey, shut down too many bars Logan has a dog in the valley, high as the Carolina stars I've kissed some girls Still missed some girls, most beautiful you've ever seen I gave my heart to a woman who didn't give a damn about me I know love, I know pain Gotta little rusty in the rain I've been lost, I've been found I left my mark on my little bitty town Yeah. I raised me a few good babies Raised me a whole lotta Hell And if I ever get to Heaven I'm gonna have a story to tell Yeah, if I get there I'm gonna have a story to tell It's got some parts that'll make you laugh, and some that'll make you cry Some pages I wish I could tear out but I ain't gonna tell no lie 'Cause it's the story of my life Now I can't preach or give no advice, I didn't do everything well But man, just live while you're alive and try to have a story to tell I know love, I know pain I gotta little rusty in the rain Y'all I've been lost, I've been found I left my mark on my little bitty town I've raised me a few good babies I've raised me a whole lotta Hell And if I ever get to Heaven I'm gonna have a story to tell Yeah, if I get there I'll have a real good story to tell Na na, yeah, we'll have a real good story to tell

The hour is dark And it's hard to see What You are doin' here in the ruins And where this will lead Oh, but I know That down through the years I'll look on this moment and see Your hand on it And know You were here And I'll testify of the battles You've won How You were my portion when there wasn't enough And I'll testify of the seas that we've crossed The waters You parted, the waves that I've walked Singing, oh-oh-oh, my God did not fail (Yeah) Oh-oh-oh, it's the story I'll tell Singing, oh-oh-oh, I know it is well Oh-oh-oh, it's the story I'll tell Believing gets hard When options are few When I can't see what You're doin', I know that You're proving You're the God who comes through Oh, but I know (Woo, yeah) That over the years I'll look back on this moment and see Your hand on it And know You were here And I'll testify of the battles You've won, yeah-yeah How You were my portion when there wasn't enough, oh I'll testify of the seas that we've crossed, yes, I will The waters You parted, the waves that I've walked (Woo) Singing, oh-oh-oh, my God did not fail Singing, oh-oh-oh, that's the story I'll tell, oh Oh-oh-oh, I know it is well, yeah Oh-oh-oh, it's the story I'll tell (Yeah, yeah, yeah) And all that is left is highest praises, yeah, yeah So sing hallelujah to the Rock of Ages Come on, sing it, all that's left All that is left is highest praises, so sing it, sing it So sing hallelujah to the Rock, to the Rock of Ages Oh, all that is left All that is left is highest praises, praises, sing (So sing hallelujah) To the Rock of Ages Sing it to the Rock, we'll sing it to the Rock, oh, that's right All that is left is highest praises, highest praises, sing it Sing hallelujah to the Rock, to the Rock of Ages And I'll testify of the battles You've won (Yeah) How You were my portion (Yeah) when there wasn't enough, Provider And I'll sing the song of the seas That we crossed (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) The waters You parted, the waves that I've walked (es) Singing, oh-oh-oh, my God did not fail (yes, Lord) Never ever failed me Oh-oh-oh, it's the story I'll tell It's my testimony Oh-oh-oh, I know it is well Oh-oh-oh, that's the story I'll tell It's the story I'll tell It's the story I'll tell