I Got a Story to Tell (2014 Remaster|Explicit)
The Notorious B.I.G"I Got a Story to Tell (2014 Remaster|Explicit)" is a song by The Notorious B.I.G, released in 2021 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:28 long and contains 122 lines and 821 words.
0:00Who y'all talking to man?
0:03Uhh
0:05Check it out, check it out
0:08This here goes out
0:10To all the niggas that be f**king mad b**ches
0:13In other niggas cribs
0:16Thinkin sh*t is sweet
0:17Ni**a creep up on your a**, hahaha
0:20Live niggas respect it, check it
0:22I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
0:25Even left all my motherf**king hoes for ya
0:28Niggas think Frankie p**sy whipped, ni**a picture that
0:31With a Kodak, Insta-ma-tak
0:32We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat
0:36Sweetness, where you parked at?
0:37Petiteness but that a** fat
0:39She got a body make a ni**a wanna eat that, I'm f**k with you
0:43The b**ch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo
0:45Try to hit if she trippin disappearing like Arsenio
0:49Yo, the b**ch push a double-oh
0:51With the five in front, probably a conniving stunt
0:53Y'all drive in front, I'm a peel with her
0:56Find a deal with her, she f**k around and steal, huh?
0:59Then we all get laced
1:01Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em
1:03The sh*t she kicked, all the sh*t's legit
1:05She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks
1:08Ni**a tricked ridiculous, the sh*t was plush
1:10She's stressing me to f**k, like she was in a rush
1:13We f**ked in his bed, quite dangerous
1:16I'm in his a** while he playing against the Utah Jazz
1:18My 112, CD blast, I was past
1:21She came twice I came last, roll the grass
1:24She giggle, say I don't smoke it on homegrown
1:26Then I heard her moan, honey I'm home
1:28Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
1:31I'm up in his broad I know he won't like this
1:34Now I'm like b**ch you better talk to him
1:36Before this fist put a spark to him
1:38F**k around sh*t get dark to him, put a part through him
1:41Lose a major part to him, arm, leg
1:44She beggin me to stop but this cat gettin closer
1:47Gettin hot like a toaster, I cocks the toast, uhh
1:50Before my eyes could blink
1:52She screams out, "Honey bring me up somethin to drink!"
1:54He go back downstairs more time to think
1:57Her brain racing, she's telling me to stay patient
2:00She don't know I'm, cool as a fan
2:02Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man
2:04But I can and I will doe, I probably chill doe
2:07Even though situation lookin kinda ill yo
2:10It came to me like a song I wrote
2:12Told the b**ch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope
2:15Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
2:17Roped the b**ch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
2:19Play the cut, ni**a coming off some love potion sh*t
2:22Flash the heat on em, he stood emotionless
2:25Dropped the glass screaming, "Don't blast here's the stash,
2:27A hundred cash just don't shoot my a**, please!"
2:30Ni**a pulling mad G's out the floor
2:32Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door
2:35Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell
2:37Bring some w**d I got a story to tell, uhh...
2:39Yo man,
2:40Y'all niggas ain't gonna believe
2:42What the f**k happened to me.
2:43Remember that b**ch I left the club with man?
2:46Yo, freaky yo.
2:47I'm up in this b**ch player
2:49This b**ch f**king run them old Knick a** niggas and sh*t,
2:52I'm up in the spot though.
2:55One of them six-five niggas,
2:56I don't know.
2:57Anyway I'm up in the motherf**king spot,
2:59So boom I'm up in the p**sy,
3:01Whatever whatever.
3:02I sparks up some lye,
3:03Pop Duke creeps up in on some,
3:05Must have been rained out or something
3:08*laughing*
3:08Because he's in the spot.
3:10Had me scared, had me scared,
3:14I was shook Daddy -
3:15But I forget I had my Roscoe on me.
3:18Always.
3:20You know how we do.
3:22So anyway the ni**a
3:22Comes up the stairs,
3:23He Ñreeping up the steps,
3:24The b**ch all shook she
3:25Sends the ni**a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh*t.
3:28She gettin mad nervous,
3:29I said f**k that man!
3:32I'm the ni**a,
3:32You know how we do it
3:34Ni**a,
3:34Ransom note style put the scarf
3:35Around my motherf**king face,
3:38Gagged that b**ch up,
3:39Played the kizzack.
3:41Soon this ni**a comes up in
3:42The spot,
3:43Flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass.
3:46Looked like
3:46The ni**a pissed on his-self or somethin,
3:48Word to mother! Ahh f**k it
3:52This ni**a runs dead to the floor,
3:54Peels up the carpet,
3:55Start giving me
3:56Mad papers, mad papers.
3:59I told you that b**ch was a shiesty b**ch cause!
4:03Word to mother I used to f**k her cousin
4:05But you ain't know that!
4:07Hahaha.
4:07You wouldn't know that sh*t.
4:10Really though.
4:11I threw all that
4:12Motherf**king money up in the Prater knapsack.
4:14Two words, I'm gone!
4:18(No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!)
4:25Yo ni**a got some lye, y'all got
4:28Some lye?
Who y'all talking to man? Uhh Check it out, check it out This here goes out To all the niggas that be f**king mad b**ches In other niggas cribs Thinkin sh*t is sweet Ni**a creep up on your a**, hahaha Live niggas respect it, check it I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherf**king hoes for ya Niggas think Frankie p**sy whipped, ni**a 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 a** fat She got a body make a ni**a wanna eat that, I'm f**k with you The b**ch official doe, dick harder than a missile yo Try to hit if she trippin disappearing like Arsenio Yo, the b**ch 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 f**k around and steal, huh? Then we all get laced Television's, Versacci heaven, when I'm up in em The sh*t she kicked, all the sh*t's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Ni**a tricked ridiculous, the sh*t was plush She's stressing me to f**k, like she was in a rush We f**ked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his a** while he playing against 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 b**ch you better talk to him Before this fist put a spark to him F**k around sh*t 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 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 b**ch gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the b**ch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Play the cut, ni**a coming off some love potion sh*t 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 a**, please!" Ni**a pulling mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prater knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the five, call my niggas on the cell Bring some w**d I got a story to tell, uhh... Yo man, Y'all niggas ain't gonna believe What the f**k happened to me. Remember that b**ch I left the club with man? Yo, freaky yo. I'm up in this b**ch player This b**ch f**king run them old Knick a** niggas and sh*t, I'm up in the spot though. One of them six-five niggas, I don't know. Anyway I'm up in the motherf**king spot, So boom I'm up in the p**sy, 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 ni**a Comes up the stairs, He Ñreeping up the steps, The b**ch all shook she Sends the ni**a back downstairs to get some drinks and sh*t. She gettin mad nervous, I said f**k that man! I'm the ni**a, You know how we do it Ni**a, Ransom note style put the scarf Around my motherf**king face, Gagged that b**ch up, Played the kizzack. Soon this ni**a comes up in The spot, Flash the Desert in his face he drops the glass. Looked like The ni**a pissed on his-self or somethin, Word to mother! Ahh f**k it This ni**a runs dead to the floor, Peels up the carpet, Start giving me Mad papers, mad papers. I told you that b**ch was a shiesty b**ch cause! Word to mother I used to f**k her cousin But you ain't know that! Hahaha. You wouldn't know that sh*t. Really though. I threw all that Motherf**king money up in the Prater knapsack. Two words, I'm gone! (No doubt, no doubt... no doubt!) Yo ni**a got some lye, y'all got Some lye?
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