Текст песни Lord Finesse - You Know What I`m About (Original Versio
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[Big L]When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slowI`m quick to buck a duck and I don`t give a fuck about five-ohA hardcore, life, a chose to tecs thereforeI live raw and went to war with the lawMy only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plotHot and swell for selling hops on the drug spotG`s were clocked, fat knots were in the sockAnd cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glockShe was ran right for me and my man MikeCause I choose to use a gun don`t mean that I can`t fightCause we can put the guns down and go one roundWith the hands my man, I ain`t the one to get done, clownI can adverse my style, cause I`m versatileQuick to burst a child, I`m living worse than foulI pack two tecs in case your crew flexI wet up the set in a second and yell "Who`s next?"To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like ShaftTurn your staff into a bloodbath then laughYou`ll get smashed like a deli snack, you`re softer than Jel & JackI attack in black with a gat and a skully hatOn 139 street, Malcom X BoulevardIt`s full of hard brothers that`s thick and quick to pull a cardI tell effects when a beef startListen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smartI fucked up send they crews up, make `em get a juice upFor those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools upI had beef with this nigga named RandolphNow he`s in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossedA beatdown from L, that`s what all pranksters getLike I`ll gank a vic, I`m on some real gangster shitI`m never fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitchesLook at my style real close and you`ll see triple 6`sCrimes I committed, I`m a villian, admit itI`m the type to murder you and tell your moms I`m the kid who did itPeace and love is something that I don`t rhyme aboutFuck 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 flowSome niggas don`t like me, but I don`t give a fuck, thoughCause I`m in command y`allI`m smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handballI ain`t the funny typeTo joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money rightCause I got the right gameDefinitely the wrong man to invite to a dice gameI`m rolling numbers with no practiceI`m snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxesCause I got strategyI`m rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at meWord, I`m taxing shitI`m shitting on niggas like I just had a laxitiveTrying to earn props? I ain`t the one to seeYou clowns`ll fuck around and get played like the drum machineYou gotta find a better wayI`ll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resumeCause I don`t play, clownI gotta get mine, that`s why my face stay frownI don`t smile, don`t try to pull my fileI lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking styleSo just slow down cause y`all can`t throw downY`all can`t accept that a nigga`s making dough nowAnd I`m living better, troopAnd I`m making more noise than a fucking heavy metal groupI`m a cool man, a brother with a smooth planThat`s why I`m seeing more papers than a news standSo peep it, don`t try to run around or speak itPoint blank, I keep my whereabouts secretWhile niggas are packing steel, acting illI`m on the DL with a female and I`m stacking billsHow I`m living? Everything is wellCause a nigga like me, well I`m ringing bellsWithout doubt I got cloutYo 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 aboutGo get your steel and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggasI ain`t having it for `92, niggas, word `em up