I Got A Story To Tell Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

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 'cause 9 times outta 10, he laced it 

revolver in his back-pack 

money blendin in 'cause he half black 

movin through the hood like a lab rat 

never been a good student 

'cause his whole wigs poluted 

similar to the niggas he recruited 

like nappy head chris, pretty ricky, and ronnie 

became best of friends 'cause 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 'cause 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 

'cause 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 

'cause he aint like the idea of another nigga wit money 

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