I Got A Story To Tell Lyrics

I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

Who y'all talkin' to man?

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

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 fuckin' 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-O

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, sayin', "I'm smokin' on home ground"

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 somethin' to drink"

He go back downstairs more time to think

Her brain racin', 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 doe, 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 niggaz 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

[Incomprehensible]

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)

(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?

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