I Got a Story to Tell - The Notorious B.I.G.
Who y'all talkin to man?
Uhh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out
to all the n_ggaz that be f_ckin mad b_tches
in other n_ggaz cribs
thinkin sh_t is sweet
N_gga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live n_ggaz respect it, check it
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherf_ckin hoes for ya
N_ggaz think Frankie p_ssy whipped, n_gga 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 n_gga wanna eat that, I'm f_ck witchu
The b_tch official doe, d_ck harder than a missile yo
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio
Yo, the b_tch 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 f_ck around and steal, huh?
Then we all get laced
Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em
The sh_t she kicked, all the sh_t's legit
She get d_ck from a player off the New York Knicks
N_gga tricked ridiculous, the sh_t was plush
She's stressin me to f_ck, like she was in a rush
We f_cked 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 b_tch you better talk to him
Before this fist put a spark to him
F_ck around sh_t 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 b_tch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the b_tch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Play the cut, n_gga comin off some love potion sh_t
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!"
N_gga pullin mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the five, call my n_ggaz on the cell
Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh...
Yo man, y'all n_ggaz ain't gonna believe what the f_ck happened to me.
Remember that b_tch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in
this b_tch playa this b_tch f_ckin run them ol mink ass n_ggaz and sh_t,
I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five n_ggaz, I don't know.
Anyway I'm up in the motherf_ckin spot, so boom I'm up in the p_ssy,
whatever whatever. I sparks up some lye, Pop Duke creeps up in on some,
must have been rained out or something *laughing* 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 n_gga
comes up the stairs, he creepin up the steps, the b_tch all shook she
sends the n_gga back downstairs to get some drinks and sh_t. She gettin
mad nervous, I said f_ck that man! I'm the n_gga, you know how we do it
n_gga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf_ckin face,
gagged that b_tch up, played the kizzack. Soon this n_gga comes up in
the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like
the n_gga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh f_ckit
this n_gga runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start givin me
mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that b_tch was a shiesty b_tch cuz!
Word to mother I used to f_ck her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha.
You wouldn't know that sh_t. Really though.) I threw all that
motherf_ckin money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone!
(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo n_gga got some lye, y'all got
some lye? [conversation fades out]
comments
share this page
