Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Know Who, artist - T.I..
Date of issue: 25.03.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle
Song language: English
You Know Who |
Alright man, y’all win |
I won’t say it, at least for this song, hey |
Said they lookin for the realest, well I’m real as it get |
Rap to the nigga dealin hard who live in the jects |
Til some better nigga wit her, ain’t delivered 'em yet |
My mouth is, but I got a pistol bigger than that |
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code |
Peep niggaz who be out here flexin, stuntin for hoes |
And if you ain’t never chose to remember nothin before |
Just know the game is some you win, some you don’t |
But you already begin again, start, it go Learn to shoot a pistol, flip a O, how hard it go Man if you ain’t ever heard of Pimp Squad before |
You better ask a real nigga or a broad you know |
Cause you ain’t ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain |
You in over your head, way out of your lane |
I been sayin I’m filthy rich and got it from caine |
So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right? |
Cause you know who, you know what |
Of the you know where, goin against us, too unfair |
Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there |
And now you know I ain’t no more, not a tinfolk there |
It’s you know who, you know what |
Of the you know where, beef now don’t you go there |
And if you do, don’t use our copy producers, he won’t care |
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin he won’t share man |
I know you think you out there gettin it in But whatcha doin, I done did it once and did it again |
I had a trap between runnin while living in sin |
He done settlin down, turnin nine millin or ten |
I give a damn if I never sell a million again |
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin me in But now I’m settlin in, gettin used to the view |
On top, won’t stop til I’m huger than you |
Gon flop? |
Who? |
Me, pimp you losin your screws |
We gotta dope if you lettin niggaz shoot into you |
You ain’t ready for the shit I’m introducin to you |
The roof in the back of the park ain’t translucent as you |
So now your nigga dressin up, man do what you do I got style, pimp, it’s more than just the suit and the shoe |
This been proven, I’m the truth, stamp government seal |
I’m more than any of these other niggaz, just Southern with deals, for real |