I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

by

Jadakiss


[Intro]
Who y'all talkin' to, man?
Ugh! Check it out, check it out
This here goes out to all the n*ggas that be f*ckin' mad b*tches
In other n*ggas' cribs
Thinkin' sh*t is sweet
n*gga creep up on yo' ass, hahaha!
Live n*ggas respect it
Check it

[Verse]
I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya
Even left all my motherf*ckin' hoes for ya
n*ggas think Frankie pus*y-whipped
n*gga, 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 n*gga wanna eat that — I'm f*ckin' wit' you
The b*tch official, though
di*k harder than a missile, yo
Try to hit it, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio
Yo, the b*tch push a double-O with the 5 in front
Probably a connivin' stunt
Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her, find a deal with her
She f*ck around and steal, huh?!
Then we all get laced
Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em
The sh*t she kicked, all that sh*t's legit
She get di*k from a player off the New York Knicks
n*gga trick ridiculous, the sh*t was plush
She's stressin' me to f*ck, like she was in a rush
We f*cked in his bed, quite dangerous
I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst 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!"
Yup! Tote chrome for situations like this
I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this
Now I'm like, "b*tch, you better talk to him
Before this fifth put a spark to him"
f*ck 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 c*ck 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 racin', 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 lookin' kinda ill, yo
It came to me like a song I wrote
Told the b*tch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope"
Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face
Roped the b*tch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase
Played the cut, n*gga comin' off some Love Potion sh*t
Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless
Dropped the glass, screamin', "Don't blast, here's the stash!
A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!"
n*gga pullin' mad G's out the floor
Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door
Grab the keys to the 5, call my n*ggas on the cell
"Bring some weed, I got a story to tell"
Ugh, ugh!
[Outro]
"Yo, man, y'all n*ggas ain't gon' believe what the f*ck happened to me
'Member that b*tch I left the club with, man?"
"Yeah"
"Yo, stinky, yo, I'm up in this b*tch crib
This b*tch f*ck with one of them ol' Knick-ass n*ggas and sh*t
I'm up in the spot, so, you know..."
"Who, God?"
"I don't know, I don't know which one of them n*ggas
One of them six-five n*ggas, I don't know"
"Yeah"
"Anyway, I'm up in the motherf*ckin' spot
So, boom, I'm up in the pus*y, whatever-whatever
I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..."
"Get the f*ck out!"
"Must have been rained out or somethin', because he's in the spot"
"Get the f*ck out of here! Oh, sh*t!"
"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 n*gga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps
The b*tch all shook
She sends the n*gga back downstairs to get some drinks and sh*t"
"Ooh, sh*t!"
"She gettin' mad nervous, but I said, 'f*ck that, man! I'm the n*gga!'"
"I know you was finna clap 'em"
Yeah, n*gga, you know how we do it, n*gga — ransom note-style
Put the scarf around my motherf*ckin' face
"Aight!"
"Gagged that b*tch up, and played the cizzut"
"Ahahaha!"
"Soon as this n*gga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face
He drops the glass
Looked like the n*gga p*ssed on his damn self or somethin
Word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo"
"Ah, sh*t!"
"This n*gga runs dead to the floor
Peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers, son"
"Oh, sh*t, what? Yo, I told you that b*tch was a scheisty b*tch, cuz!
Word to mother, I used to f*ck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!"
"Hahaha"
"You ain't even know that sh*t! Really, though."
"I put all that motherf*ckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh!
Two words: 'I'm gone!'"
"Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!"
"Y'all n*ggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?"
"No doubt!"
[Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]
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