I Got A Story To Tell Lyrics - Life After Death - Notorious B.i.g.

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 

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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 fucking 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 something to drink! 

He go back downstairs more time to think 

Her brain racing, 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... 

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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*