Niggaz Know Lyrics

These niggas know

Armed and dangerous, call the law
Stick to the script, no audible
Country ass nigga with an Audemars

Can't spell this shit but I order more
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
Get good head on the Autobahn
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
Five steps like Dru Hill
Came home from the first tour
With bad credit and a school bill
Middle finger to the burst off
Finally famous but
Ain't too much really changed with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 97
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm living
You ain't know my shit drop bitch, 9-11
Getting more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Getting more hoes than that nigga John Legend
Nigga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Look at all the bullshit I've been through
Better me than you

I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same, I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know

These niggas know, boo ya nigga?
Came through the door like who y'all niggas?
Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas
Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas
No, let me stop fronting for y'all niggas
But don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas
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But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas
Like what's the problem?
Ain't getting paper, nigga here's a loan
My shit long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the fuck up
And wipe your face with my money till your tears is gone
No crying ass, lying ass
Can't afford a whip, but you buying ass
This Fresh Prince nigga, I ain't Jazz
Fucked your bitch, nigga I ain't ask
She pitched it to me like Sosa
What the fuck was I supposed to do?
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that
Keep hoes bi-coastal
And they buy posters, ain't shit for free
Dick the only thing that they get from me
Sit VIP, get a sip for free
Later on she'll be sipping me, literally
Picture me at the tip-top
With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop
This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac
Minus six shots, but it's still this hot
Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch
Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop
Write my life and make sure that the script hot
And pray the kids watch, if not
These niggas know
If not, these niggas know

I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same, I ain't the same

I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same, I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know