I Got a Story to Tell

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 Knick 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*