Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Already Know , by - Messy Marv. Release date: 08.03.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Already Know |
| Pass me that tez nigga, slow motion right now, I love Texas |
| Aye Hawk we had to do this |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| Big rocks and Glocks and all that shit (All that shit) |
| Gangsta than a mothafuckin son of a bitch (Than a son of a bitch) |
| You know I keep it mafia like Tela and Prince (Yeah) |
| I’m about that dirty bay though' like Pac and Rich (Like Pac and Rich) |
| Blowin' on a bag, twenty-two's on skinnies |
| Cook the soft and get a hardaway like Penny |
| I come up from nuthin' what you hatin' me fo'? |
| (Hatin' me fo) |
| And I ain’t tryna reach on you, but you makin' me though |
| Just look for the set man, you know we there |
| You’ll get smashed on lil nigga I swear |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool like y’all don’t know (Like y’all don’t know) |
| Like I won’t spazz out and won’t rap no mo' (Uh-huh) |
| Like I won’t yank it 'til it don’t clap no mo' (Clap no mo') |
| Like them nutty niggas ain’t got my back no mo' (Imagine that) |
| I’m in a ol’school Chevy mayn, palmin' on wood |
| This for them niggas tycoonin' but still in the hood |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| Fillmo' to New Orleans, mayn we get that cheese (Get that cheese) |
| Bitch quit playin' with me, get on yo knees (Get on yo knees) |
| Keep ya bammer weed ho, I smoke purple |
| One hit’ll make you talk like Steve Urkle (Aow) |
| Blowin' on a bag, twenty-two's on skinnies |
| Choppin'-choppin' swishas down, drinkin' my Remy |
| Ridin-Ridin through servin' droppin' off cream |
| Knockin'-Kockin' Michael Watts, with my fo'-fifteens |
| Hand on my iron, mayn I got fiya (Fire) |
| Twenty Inch wires with the gold to the tyre (To the tyre) |
| Nigga why you bullshittin'? |
| We clap back |
| You know the fo' five nigga, we clap mack |
| I’m all the way in the bay sippin' on lean |
| It got a nigga feelin' so fresh so clean |
| I’m in my ol’school Chevy mayn, palmin' on wood |
| This for my niggas tycoonin' but still in the hood |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in ya mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| You ain’t 'bout what I’m about, run up in a nigga house |
| Pistol whoop him and his spouse, put his scrilla in tha pouch |
| Then I’m out, Yukmouth, big bag like santa |
| I’ll make you dance like Hammer |
| The black Tony Montana, weighing them grams up |
| Ears glued to the scanner, hookin' my fam up |
| Cram up in my grey goose, scoopin' that lamb up |
| I’m in Detroit with cheddar boys sparkin that Ganz up |
| Or at the strip club with Jazze Pha in Atlanta |
| But still I’m a mothafuckin fool mayn I blast tool’s |
| And move crack on them avenue’s 'cause the cash rules |
| Act a fool like King Tee or Ludacris (Yeah!) |
| Pimp a stupid bitch, pimp juice, it’s too much loot to get |
| Yuk, the young thug, puffin that bum bud |
| The gun bust I don’t give a fuck like the young bloods |
| I’m Kamakazi like Bart, so don’t start (Don't start) |
| Before this Calico rip ya asshole apart, Mark (Chea) |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in your mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |
| I’m a mothafuckin' fool mayn, you already know |
| Me and my murder men’ll run through your front do' |
| Put the Ruger in your mouth and hit you with the Calico |
| You ain’t bout what I’m bout lil nigga you a ho |