Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Know, artist - Webbie.
Date of issue: 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 |