Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let It Be Known, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 29.01.2007
Song language: English
Let It Be Known |
| I don’t think it I just do it |
| Y’all still thinkin it’s just music, but |
| J. League is a just movement, so you should just adjust to it |
| Cause our whole attitude is fuck losin |
| People on the outside, sayin he must do it |
| Cause all niggas make is love songs and drug music |
| I don’t sip Dom P, but kick it with Von Pea |
| And now I’m with Sean P, Boot Camp who the fuck knew it? |
| Brooknam’s in the buildin, but me and Sean’s |
| Into buildin them joints that rock hard like Benatar |
| More than just an MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker |
| And each and every verse is a seminar |
| And each and every word is a miniature |
| Representation of the divine revelation he send to y’all |
| Up next to get it as soon as we distribute these |
| Rhymes to the public sorry if I’m offendin y’all |
| 'Te the crew rocker, overseas shoe shopper |
| In Mangiano’s, orderin two pastas |
| Back in the days them hoes say he too proper |
| Now he’s the main attraction like Mufasa |
| I ain’t +lion+, but if you think that I ain’t tryin |
| To be the best you need to rewind this |
| Big Pooh and Dru Ha standin behind this |
| You have now, been in tune to the finest |
| Phontigga! |
| The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock mics |
| The camp, the click, the crew play this song, get nice |
| They better get it while it’s gettin 'fore the gettin is gone |
| It’s Sean P, Phonte, nigga let it be known |
| Let it be known, let it be… |
| I don’t dap it, I just clap it |
| Y’all still thinkin it’s just rappin, but |
| Boot Camp is a tough unit, so you should just adjust to it |
| Cause my whole attitude is Ruck do it |
| People in my project sayin Ruck yo fuck music |
| I’ve been lovin rap since, Run was +Krush Groove’n+ |
| I don’t eat tofu, I don’t drink soy milk |
| Always into beef pah, don’t get your boy kilt |
| … Lyrically I’m killin 'em |
| Call 'te tell him I got yay in Wilburton |
| … Call up some of my fam |
| And these crackers buyin crack a hundred a gram |
| I got a gun in my hand; |
| don’t make me take your life |
| I do wrong just to make shit right, RIGHT~?! |
| I thank God for, Buck and Dru |
| Without a deal, who knows what the fuck I’d do? |
| Probably, stand on the corner with a gun and a beeper |
| Act wrong, clap strong, put your son in a sleeper |
| 'Sup with the reefer? |
| I gotta roll me a joint |
| Bring the chorus and I’ll prove my point, P! |