Lord Finesse: You Know What I'm About (original Version)
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Songtext:
[big l] Folien When i cruise through the ghetto i drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and i don't give a fuck about five-oh A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore I live raw and went to war with the law My only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug spot G's were clocked, fat knots were in the sock And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when i popped a glock She was ran right for me and my man mike Cause i choose to use a gun don't mean that i can't fight Cause we can put the guns down and go one round With the hands my man, i ain't the one to get done, clown I can adverse my style, cause i'm versatile Quick to burst a child, i'm living worse than foul I pack two tecs in case your crew flex I wet up the set in a second and yell "who's next?" To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like shaft Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than jel & jack I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat On 139 street, malcom x boulevard It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card I tell effects when a beef start Listen here sweetheart, the big l is street smart I fucked up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up For those who refuse, i squeeze the uz and light them fools up I had beef with this nigga named randolph Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed A beatdown from l, that's what all pranksters get Like i'll gank a vic, i'm on some real gangster shit I'm never fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches Look at my style real close and you'll see triple 6's Crimes i committed, i'm a villian, admit it I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms i'm the kid who did it Peace and love is something that i don't rhyme about Fuck what you heard, you know what i'm about
Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, you know what i'm about (repeat 2x)
[lord finesse] It's the man with the plush flow Some niggas don't like me, but i don't give a fuck, though Cause i'm in command y'all I'm smacking niggas up like puerto ricans play handball I ain't the funny type To joke around, i gotta get my motherfucking money right Cause i got the right game Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game I'm rolling numbers with no practice I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes Cause i got strategy I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me Word, i'm taxing shit I'm shitting on niggas like i just had a laxitive Trying to earn props? i ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine You gotta find a better way I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resume Cause i don't play, clown I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown I don't smile, don't try to pull my file I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now And i'm living better, troop And i'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan That's why i'm seeing more papers than a news stand So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it Point blank, i keep my whereabouts secret While niggas are packing steel, acting ill I'm on the dl with a female and i'm stacking bills How i'm living? everything is well Cause a nigga like me, well i'm ringing bells Without doubt i got clout Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what i'm about
Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out Knocking niggas off, you know what i'm about (repeat 2x)
[big l] Word, you definite know what i'm about Go get your steel and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas I ain't having it for '92, niggas, word 'em up
