Текст (слова) песни: Notorious B. I. G. - I Got A Story To Tell

 
Who y`all talkin to man? 
Uhh 
Check it out, check it out 
This here goes out 
to all the niggaz that be fuckin mad bitches 
in other niggaz cribs 
thinkin shit is sweet 
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha 
Live niggaz respect it, check it 
 
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya 
Even left all my motherfuckin hoes for ya 
Niggaz think Frankie pussy 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 ass fat 
She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that, I`m fuck witchu 
The bitch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo 
Try to hit if she trippin dissapearin like Arsenio 
Yo, the bitch 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 fuck around and steal, huh? 
Then we all get laced 
Television`s, Versacci heaven, when I`m up in em 
The shit she kicked, all the shit`s legit 
She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks 
Nigga tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush 
She`s stressin me to fuck, like she was in a rush 
We fucked 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 bitch you better talk to him 
Before this fist put a spark to him 
Fuck 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 glass screamin, "Don`t blast here`s the stash, 
a hundred cash just don`t shoot my ass, please!" 
Nigga pullin mad G`s out the floor 
Put stacks in a Prater 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 fuck happened to me. 
Remember that bitch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I`m up in 
this bitch playa this bitch fuckin run them ol mink ass niggaz and shit, 
I`m up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggaz, I don`t know. 
Anyway I`m up in the motherfuckin spot, so boom I`m up in the pussy, 
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 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 fuck that man! I`m the nigga, you know how we do it 
nigga, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherfuckin 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 glass. Looked like 
the nigga pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh fuckit 
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 fuck her cousin but you ain`t know that! Hahaha. 
You wouldn`t know that shit. Really though.) I threw all that 
motherfuckin 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? *conversation fades out*
 

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