Notorious B. I. G. - I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

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