I Got a Story To Tell

Who y'all talkin' to, man?

Uh, check it out

Check it out

This here goes out

To all the **** that be fuckin' mad bitches

In other ****' cribs

Thinkin' shit is sweet

**** creep up on your ass

Live **** respect it, check it

I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya

Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya

**** think Frankie pussy whipped

****, picture that

With a Kodak Instamatic, 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 **** wanna eat that

I'm fuckin' with you

The bitch official, though

Dick harder than a missile, yo

Try to hit her then she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio

Yo, the bitch push a double O

With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt

Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her

Finally deal with her, she fuck around and steal, huh?

Then we all get laced

Televisions, Versace heaven

When I'm up in 'em

The shit she kicked

All her shit's legit

She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks

****, tricked ridiculous, the shit was plush

She's stressing me to fuck

Like she was in a rush

We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous

I'm in this ass while he playin' against the Utah Jazz

My 112 CD blast, I was past

She came twice, I came last

Roll the grass

She giggle, sayin' I'm smokin' on homegrown

Then I heard a moan

"Honey, I'm home"

Yeah, 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 toast, uh

Before my eyes could blink, she screams out

"Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink"

He go back downstairs, more time to think

My brain wasted, 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, though

I'm tryna chill, though

Even though situation look kinda ill, yo

It came to me like a song I wrote

Told the bitch, "Give me a scarf, pillowcase, some rope"

Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face

Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase

Played the cut, **** comin' on some Love Potion shit

Flash the heat on him, he stood emotionless

Dropped the glass, screaming, "Don't blast

Here's the stash, a hundred cash, just don't shoot my ass, please"

**** pulling mad Gs out the floor, put stacks in the Prada knapsack

Hit the door

Grabbed the keys to the five, called my **** on the cell

"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell"

Uh

Yo, man, y'all **** ain't gonna believe what the fuck happened to me

Remember that bitch I left the club with, man? (Yeah)

Yo, Sticky, yo

I'm up in this bitch, crammin' this bitch

Fuckin' one of them ol' Knick ass **** and shit

I'm up in the spot, so (Who?)

I don't know, which one of 'em

One of them six-five ****, I don't know (Yeah)

Anyway, I'm up in the muhfuckin' spot, so I'm up in the pussy

Whatever, whatever

I sparks up some loud

Our dude creeps in up on some (Get the fuck out)

Must've been rained-out or somethin'

He comes up in the spot

Had me scared as shit

I was shook, daddy

But I forgot I had my Roscoe on

Always, you know how we do

So, boy, my man comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps

The bitch all shook, she sends the **** back downstairs

To get some drinks and shit

She gettin' mad nervous

But I said, "Fuck that, man"

Man, ****, you know how we do it, ****

Ransom note style

Put the scarf around my muhfuckin' face

Gagged that bitch up and played the kizza

Soon as this **** comes up in the spot

Flash the Desert in his face

He drops the glass

Looked like dude even pissed on his self

Fuck, and this **** runs dead to the floor

Peels up the carpet

Starts giving me mad paper

Mad paper

Yo, I told you that bitch was a shiesty bitch

Word to your mama, I used to fuck with her cousin

But you ain't know that

You ain't know that shit

Really, though

I put all that muhfuckin' money up in that Prada knapsack

And, huh, two words, I'm gone

No doubt