I Got A Story To Tell

Who y'all talkin' to man? Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggaz that be f**kin' mad bitches In other niggaz cribs thinkin' shit is sweet Nigga creep up on your a*s Live niggaz respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherf**kin' hoes for ya Niggaz think frankie pus*y 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 a*s fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I'm f**kin' witchu The bitch official doe, d**k 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 f**k 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 d**k from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin' me to f**k, like she was in a rush We f**ked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his a*s while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112, CD blast, I was past She came twice I came last, roll the gra*s 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 f**k 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 gla*s screamin', "Don't blast here's the stash A hundred cash just don't shoot my a*s, 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 f**k happened to me? Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo, I'm up in this bitch playa this bitch f**kin run them ol' mink a*s 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 motherf**kin' spot So boom I'm up in the pus*y, 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, "f**k that man I'm the nigga, you know how we do it, nigga" Ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf**kin' 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 gla*s Looked like the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother Ahh f**k 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 f**k her cousin but you ain't know that) (You wouldn't know that shit, really though) (I threw all that motherf**kin' 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? [Incomprehensible]