U Know That

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a big dog like a Great Dane If you ain't never caught a body blood, you can't hang Run a nigga over like a freight train All we do is set trip and gang bang I push a hard line on the opps Niggas working with the cops 'Til I put him to a stop Sent him to the docs Skin that nigga like a fox Nigga acting like he hot 'Til I put him in a box Hit him in his back He need a wheelchair nigga They said they want me dead But I'm still here nigga It's crunch time boy I don't fear no nigga You hating on the mobb You a weirdo nigga Flexing and finessing I'm just running up the chips Scope 'em off the building with a .30-06 Ima murder you and everybody that you with He beating up his woman 'cause she want to be my bitch He hating on a player, presidential with the tint Broke niggas mad at me 'cause they pockets full of lint I done been everywhere niggas haven't went You be tricking with these bitches You can't even pay your rent Keep it real with yourself Ima squeeze 'til it melt Leave your brains on a shelf Ain't no screaming for no help These the cards I was dealt This the pain that I felt .40 cal under my belt Strip a nigga for his wealth [Chorus] I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat [Verse 2] Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat Cross country pimping I be everywhere the hoe at You say you getting money nigga You gon have to show that Your nigga don't like me Bitch, I already know that You running up a check Little bitch you know you owe that You left your money at your room We gon have to go back Half a million dollars in the back where the floor at I'm pimping, I ain't never sending bitches where it's slow at Street cred epic Fully gon let us Shoot him like a diabetic He gon need a paramedic Put him in a suit like he going to a wedding Money in my hands Talking shit like I'm betting Rok on a track Get you popped in the back Got a Glock and a MAC Shaking cops on a Jag If I slide through your block And you out, then you whacked Leave you dead in your house, on your couch, on a flat [Chorus] I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat I'm real and you know that I'm everywhere the dough at The Benz outside all black like Kodak Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat