The Notorious B.i.g - I got a story to tell - Hq cc+lyrics

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