Act Like U Know

Lyrics

[Verse 1 Hardcore] Yo wussup motherfuckers my name is hardcore and I'm pimpin' all you bitches and hoes Letting ya know its gon be on With the 9-4 I'm punchin' through the door cause that's when hardcore eliminates competition sit, in the back rows bitching about they music cause they say it ain't hard as mine But my music ain't got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme I'm blowing yo mind dropping a dime on yo ear drum I told you I was coming so back up cause here I come I'm just like a timebomb I react when the time comes To do what I gotta do and that's to make them niggas run fool I thought you knew but you didn't so pay attention as I flow Hmm you better act like you know [Verse 2 Tommy Wright III] We can get into some playa shit some gangsta shit Whatever you wanna do you fool, with me its cool Time to pop and lock another nigga in the trunk If you wants to talk that shit you must be high from smoking that skunk [inaudible] Cause its time to leave a bitch in the fucking street, in the creek wherever you go you hoe is gon be 6 feet deep Time to push a busta motherfucker off the Memphis bridge Time to split a nigga wig ask my niggas down on trig Creeping never sleeping cause my back is never turnt you'll get burnt by some lead popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared Gripping the .44 getting so high cause a nigga like me just dont care who die But bitches and snitches get treated the worse by niggas with trigger puttin folks in hearse Scrappin and slappin a bitch so quick 1 man gang Tommy Wright Straight from 4 corners pimpin-ville where they creep at night Living on that westside playas gots to duck and dive Rocks in my pocket playa hatas just can't stop it Taking a pull, sippin that bull with my niggas as we slang them thangs Ain't no use of lying to the police mane we a gang Hardcore [department?] and the 4 corner og's The magnolia crime clique sticking you up and leaving you sick Gotta do a stang gotta gang bang shit dont change Creeping real fast for your cash hoe so where its stashed Pass me a ghetto license take my picture wit a Glock and if you deep as 16 I gots to pack my Glock 17 Pull the trigger blow a bastard all the way to Kingdom come Bring me some if you got some shells cause I'm low as hell Constantly loading always holding pistols towards the fucking sky Clips In my other hand smoke from the blunt in my eye OG style not buck wild dial a crook that packs a gun What you come out with is 789-7961 187 on a undercover cop 211 on the funky hoe so perpetrate like you know Hoe