The Notorious B.I.G. - I Got a Story to Tell lyrics

Who y'all talkin' to, man? Ugh
Check it out, check it out
This here goes out to all the
Niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches
In other niggas' cribs
Thinkin' shit is sweet
Nigga creep up on your ass, hahaha
Live niggas respect it check it

I kicked flows for you
Kicked down doors for you
Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for you
Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped
Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak
Insta mat tac 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 fuckin' with you
The bitch official, though dick


Harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit it, if 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
Find the 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 that shit's legit
She get dick from a player
Off the New York Knicks
Nigga trick 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 his ass while he
Playing 'gainst the Utah Jazz
My 112 CD blast, I was past
She came twice, I came last, roll the grass
She giggle, saying
"I'm smoking on homegrown"
Then I heard a moan, "Honey, I'm home!"
Yup, 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 fifth 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 cock the toast
Ugh 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, though I'm tryna chill
Though
Even though situation looking 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
Played the cut
Nigga coming off some Love Potion shit
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass, screaming, "Don't blast
Here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass
Please!" nigga pulling mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the Five
Call my niggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a
Story to tell, " ugh, ugh

"Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe
What the fuck happened
To me 'Member that bitch I
Left the club with, man?"
"yeah" "Yo, stinky
Yo i'm up in this bitch crib
This bitch fuck with one
Of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit
I'm up in the spot, so, you know "
"Who, God?"
"I don't know, I don't know which one of
Them niggas one of them six-five niggas
I don't know" "yeah"
"Anyway, I'm up in the
Motherfuckin' spot so, boom, i'm up
In the pussy, whatever-whatever i
Sparks up some lah
Pa Duke creeps up in on some"
"Get the fuck out!"
"Must have been rained out or something
Because he's in the spot"
"Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!"
"Had me scared, had me scared
To death! I was shook
Daddy but I forget I had my Roscoe on me"
"Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!"
"Always" " Ha ha haha"
"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" "Ooh, shit!"
"She gettin' mad nervous but I said
'Fuck that man! I'm the nigga!'"
"I know you was finna clap 'em"
Yeah, nigga you know how we do it
Nigga ransom note-style put the scarf
Around my motherfuckin' face "Aight!"
"Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut"
"Ahahaha!"
"Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot
I flash the Desert in his
Face he drops the glass
Looked like the nigga pissed on
His damn self or
Somethin, word to my mother!
Word to my mother, yo"
"Ah, shit!" "This nigga runs dead to the
Floor, peels up the carpet
Start givin' me mad papers mad papers"
"Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you
That bitch was a scheisty bitch
Cuz! Word to mother, I used
To fuck with her cousin
But you ain't know that!" "Hahaha"
"You ain't even know that shit! Really
Though"
"I put all that motherfuckin' money up
In the Prada knapsack, and
Ugh! Two words: 'I'm gone!'"
" Ha ha haha! No doubt, no doubt no doubt!"
"Y'all niggas got some lah?
Y'all got some lah?" "No doubt!"