I Got A Story To Tell lyrics

Listen up I got a story to tell...

Listen up I got a story to tell...



This one`s about Puerto Rican ruiz gold covering two teeth

Unpredictable nigga, always in some new beef

at school he plans robberies on his loose leaf

only 17 wit the mind of a true theif

never had the patience required to make it

so he takes it, flossin wit the next man bracelet

playin the block wasted

and nobody`ll smoke wit him cuz 9 times outta 10, he laced it

revolver in his back-pack

money blendin in cuz he half black

movin through the hood like a lab rat

never been a good student

cuz his whole wigs poluted

similar to the niggas he recruited

like nappy head chris, pretty ricky, and ronnie

became best of friends cuz everyone of em grimey

before they met, they all did they share of dirt

now that they together situations only got worse

see brew? he the mastermind always got a mission

but his trigger finger itchy so the average nigga listen

he said his neck glisten cuz he caught a nigga slippin

in the benz wit a system with his lady friend kissin

but now this niggas sittin

breakin down chumps on top of they textbooks

gettin ready for they next jokes

and he a big timer, i know his girlfriend Rolanda

she live uptown by Pearl`s Diner

the only thing left now is to find her

and get in her vagina, and send Ricky, the bitch picky

weeks passed with her is no quickies

and walkin through the city

his eyes tattooed on her titties

they stopped for drinks

drinks led to the crib

crib led to the bed

bed led to a head

he popped the question, she said exactly where he stayed at

cuz he cheated on her twice and this is a way of payback

now he on his way back to Queens

weapon in his jeans

goin over the directions to the cream

but while he was gone, Ronny and Chris got arrested

doing a side jinx nobody really expected

now shits gettin hectic

a 4 man army turned to 2 niggas

4 arms and 2 triggers

but they aint care, they can smell the money in the air

bust in the house, loaded chrome stuffed in his mouth

made him sit the fuck on the couch, snuffin him out

and ran to the back room, punchin holes through the bathroom

they found the stash

ziplock bags full of cash

along side of some potent ass hash

a week passed, brew actin funny

cuz he aint like the idea of another nigga wit money



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