Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Know , by - Webbie. Release date: 25.02.2008
Song language: English
I Know |
| Say mel and t mayne |
| I’m a make a nigga feel on this |
| Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood |
| (south baton rouge) |
| The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods |
| Play with me it’s guaranteed, oooooohhh, I’m a lay ya down |
| Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns |
| God know I know |
| I feel like can’t nobody f**k with me God got my back so Lil boosie keep his mind at ease |
| And god kno I kno |
| That somebody gon hate on me But god kno I’m thug so U kno lil boosie go and get skeet |
| Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin |
| He know I’m so impatient when it come to money makin |
| From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks |
| For the lil nigga with that glock ridin aroun d in somethin hot |
| Now it’s bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth |
| Can’t stop the way we livin just help us make it through |
| When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you |
| Gotta holla at my daddy and my nigga griles to And god kno |
| And god know I’m thug life, u f**kin right |
| So if nigga play with me of the op I gotta get him right |
| And god got my back so, when I act wow |
| I’m comin home safely through the back do The murder rate is sky high, nigga holla ride or die |
| These youngin sling that iron it ain’t no mo takin pride |
| So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber |
| Cause niggas slingin iron like the lone ranger |
| Mayne it’s murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed |
| by the bill |
| Some niggas cut by delja, some niggas cut by chill, some niggas eat them |
| delpids and some niggas eat them pills |
| Gotta get it how I live in the southside |
| I’m thuggin with my cow hide |
| I’m fresh when I come outside |
| You talk shit got hog tied |
| God know I know these niggas |
| Don’t make me show these niggas |
| Pray for these niggas keep me away from these niggas |
| And I God kno all the killas |
| He done walked with all them niggas |
| He done talked with all them niggas |
| Before they went sparked them trigger |
| He ain’t tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt |
| Plus he kept a thug alert |
| For these bitch ass niggas, these haters these rapists |
| These niggas in the swamp swear to god they alligators |
| Me an my niggas paper chasers (shit) we ain’t stuntin |
| We do wat we gotta do, to get that money |
| And god kno my past |
| I’m itchin to kill, gimme a reason I will |
| I’ll end up grippin a steal |
| And god kno my temper |
| My temper like a bubble |
| You bust it you in trouble |
| Only god kno, it’s hard yo, I’ll lay up in ya yard wow |
| I’ll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo |
| The street ain’t promised to us niggas in that dirty south |
| Thas why I’m ridin with that nine I’m tryin make it out |
| And it’s hard to live, I’m a community where ain’t no f**kin unity |
| They always say I’m dead they try to ruin me So boosie be on other shit |
| Like jew-el-r-is and poppin chris |
| And mac on u a model bitch |
| Had a hoe that swallow dick |
| Since 12 I saw alot of shit god kno I kno |
| Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store |
| So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin a donkey |
| Killin my own people, servin my own uncles |
| And I Our father who art in heaven |
| Hollow be thy name |
| Thou kingdom come |
| Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven |
| But we stay reppin |
| But we stay they got beasts up in my section |
| I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d 80 grams took my nigga, I’m missin ya petey |
| God kno I need to send my niggas some pictures this |
| And som change to keep nigga fresj kicks on his feet |
| And god kno he raised me When donkey went jonsin |
| Bronson kept me wide open |
| And that’s a fact |
| But I kno they gon hate tho |
| Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego |
| It’s consequences, jumpin fences |
| Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches |
| The judge the one who sentence make a nigga out a menace |
| Commisary low so we take a nigga tennis |
| A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised |
| Niggas handle they business if they ever felt played |
| The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked |
| Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked |
| Now if don’t nobody now |
| God kno |
| Nigga u a hood rat |
| God kno |
| A nigga try to bring you down |
| He right on side u God kno |
| Nigga tryin steal yo girl u had fears |
| God kno |