Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

Who y'all talking to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the n***as that be f**ing mad b**hes In other n***as cribs Thinkin sh** is sweet n***a creep up on your a**, hahaha Live n***as respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherf**ing hoes for ya n***as think Frankie p**y whipped, n***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 n***a wanna eat that, I'm f**in' with you The b**h official though, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit it if she trippin disappearing like Arsenio Yo, the b**h 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** around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The sh** she kicked, all the sh**'s legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks n***a tricked ridiculous, the sh** was plush She's stressing me to f**, like she was in a rush We f**ed 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 gra** 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**h you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him f** around sh** 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 co*ks 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'm try to chill doe Even though the situation lookin kinda ill yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the b**h gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the b**h up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, n***a coming off some love potion sh** Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless Dropped the gla** screaming, "Don't blast here's the stash, A hundred cash just don't shoot my a**, please!" n***a pulling mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my n***as on the cell Bring some weed I got a story to tell, uhh... Yo man, y'all n***as ain't gonna believe what the f** happened to me. Remember that b**h I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this b**h player this b**h f**ing run them old Knick a** n***as and sh**, I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five n***as, I don't know. Anyway I'm up in the motherf**ing spot, so boom I'm up in the p**y, 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 n***a comes up the stairs, he сreeping up the steps, the b**h all shook she sends the n***a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh**. She gettin mad nervous, I said f** that man! I'm the n***a, you know how we do it n***a, ransom note style put the scarf around my motherf**ing face, gagged that b**h up, played the kizzack. Soon this n***a comes up in the spot, flash the Desert in his face he drops the gla**. Looked like the n***a pissed on his-self or somethin, word to mother! Ahh f** it this n***a runs dead to the floor, peels up the carpet, start giving me mad papers, mad papers. (I told you that b**h was a shiesty b**h cause! Word to mother I used to f** her cousin but you ain't know that! Hahaha. You wouldn't know that sh**. Really though.) I threw all that motherf**ing money up in the Prada knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo n***a got some lye, y'all got some lye? [conversation fades out]