Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Don't Know, artist - Layzie Bone. Album song We Workin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Outlaw Recordz
Song language: English
They Don't Know |
Just lettin niggas know who the fuck they fuckin with |
That’s right (we just came back to let you know) |
Bone Boys is back |
They don’t know who they fuckin with |
They don’t know who they up against |
They don’t know (we gon' creep) they don’t know (we got heat) |
They don’t know (we come deep) they don’t know |
Look at me paid in full, lil' homies call me Money Makin Mister |
Cause I’m ballin takin trips, they know the hustlin don’t quit |
Fuck a job, fuck a bitch; |
I only maneuver in the fast lane |
Niggas they got they hands out, ever since the cash came |
But mayne I ain’t on that, they already know me |
They’ll never get to owe me and I think everybody the police |
Paraniod and cautious, my thug method is flawless |
My reputation the rawest, surrounded by Cleveland bosses |
Shit, everybody talkin so I stay seldom seen |
Never stoppin and parkin, I swear the lights stay green |
Green, know what I mean? |
Cause other busta niggas dream |
Of hustlin and tryin to be me, livin they life like kings |
But this ain’t fiction, this reality dawg |
It take fo'-five niggas just to handle me dawg |
If I ever get a whiff you comin after me dawg |
They all fall from the sawed-off, and that’ll be all |
I come down with the Glock cocked, bustin out the drop-top |
Clearin niggas spots out, call me Mr. Pop Pop |
These pussy niggas is not hot, I’m the one that run the block |
Tryin to claim it after I got it, I’m locked, nigga I think not |
Still got the chop-chops, A.K.A. |
them double ups |
Niggas sellin ready rocks, nigga get your money up |
Thinkin somethin funny bruh? |
Layzie get the last laugh |
Wanna see some funny stuff? |
Nigga better do his math |
Mr. Snatch-n-Grab, all about the taking |
Billionaire in the making, yeah I’m bringin home the bacon |
And the bread, and the cheese, and the eggs |
Anything I need, better believe I’mma get |
And the keys to the 'Vette, plus the H2 Hummer |
I hustle through the fall, winter, spring and the summer |
I don’t need no runner, I’m the number one gunner |
I’m the one that pull the trigger when you niggas wanna run up |
I hope by now you got it, I’m only in it for the profits |
If you tryin to check my pockets I’mma pull it out and cock it |
Fuck it pop it, let it loose, I was bred to raise the roof |
Sucka-free and bullet-proof, with my trusty double-duece |
The man right here, we ain’t playin round here |
Shit get critical down here, real physical all year |
See them lil' weak niggas, get devoured like steak |
Niggas hungry, they ain’t ate, want the whole damn plate |
Game all up in yo' face, it ain’t safe, you get killed |
On the wrong side of the tracks, niggas is askin to get spilled |
I’m built like a tank, get it? |
I’m hard to hit |
And I’mma get my hustle on, regardless bitch |
I let the drama unfold, I ain’t startin shit |
But when the shit get to crackin I split all the wigs |
I’m just a baller, dig? |
Came to rearrange the game |
Niggas respectin the name, they know I’m doin my thang |
I’m L-Burna |