I Got a Story to Tell - 2014 Remaster

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" ("Hahahaha")

"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 ("A'ight!")

"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!'"

"Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt, no doubt!"

"Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?"

"No doubt!"