เพลง I Got a Story to Tell (2005 Remaster) (2005 Remaster|Explicit)

Who y'all talking to man?

Uhh

Check it out, check it out

This here goes out

To all the niggas that be f**king mad b**ches

In other niggas cribs

Thinkin sh*t is sweet

Ni**a creep up on your a**, hahaha

Live niggas respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya

Even left all my motherf**king hoes for ya

Niggas think Frankie p**sy whipped, ni**a 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 a** fat

She got a body make a ni**a wanna eat that, I'm f**k with you

The b**ch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo

Try to hit if she trippin disappearing like Arsenio

Yo, the b**ch push a double-oh

With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt

Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her

Find a deal with her, she f**k 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 dick from a player off the New York Knicks

Ni**a tricked ridiculous, the sh*t was plush

She's stressing me to f**k, like she was in a rush

We f**ked in his bed, quite dangerous

I'm in his a** while he playing against 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**ch you better talk to him

Before this fist put a spark to him

F**k 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 racing, she's telling 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**ch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope

Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face

Roped the b**ch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase

Play the cut, ni**a coming off some love potion sh*t

Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless

Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast here's the stash,

A hundred cash just don't shoot my a**, please!"

Ni**a pulling mad G's out the floor

Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door

Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell

Bring some w**d I got a story to tell, uhh...

Yo man,

Y'all niggas ain't gonna believe

What the f**k happened to me.

Remember that b**ch I left the club with man?

Yo, freaky yo.

I'm up in this b**ch player

This b**ch f**king run them old Knick a** niggas and sh*t,

I'm up in the spot though.

One of them six-five niggas,

I don't know.

Anyway I'm up in the motherf**king spot,

So boom I'm up in the p**sy,

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 ni**a

Comes up the stairs,

He сreeping up the steps,

The b**ch all shook she

Sends the ni**a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh*t.

She gettin mad nervous,

I said f**k that man!

I'm the ni**a,

You know how we do it

Ni**a,

Ransom note style put the scarf

Around my motherf**king face,

Gagged that b**ch up,

Played the kizzack.

Soon this ni**a comes up in

The spot,

Flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.

Looked like

The ni**a pissed on his-self or somethin,

Word to mother! Ahh f**k it

This ni**a runs dead to the floor,

Peels up the carpet,

Start giving me

Mad papers, mad papers.

(I told you that b**ch was a shiesty b**ch cause!

Word to mother I used to f**k her cousin

But you ain't know that!

Hahaha.

You wouldn't know that sh*t.

Really though.)

I threw all that

Motherf**king money up in the Prater knapsack.

Two words, I'm gone!

(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)

Yo ni**a got some lye, y'all got

Some lye?