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Lord Belial - You Know What I'm About lyrics
[Big L]
 When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
 I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh
 A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore
 I live raw and went to war with the law
 My only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot
 Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug spot
 G's were clocked, fat knots were in the sock
 And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glock
 She was ran right for me and my man Mike
 Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
 Cause we can put the guns down and go one round
 With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown
 I can adverse my style, cause I'm versatile
 Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse than foul
 I pack two tecs in case your crew flex
 I wet up the set in a second and yell "Who's next?"
 To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft
 Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh
 You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack
 I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
 On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard
 It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
 I tell effects when a beef start
 Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
 I fucked up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up
 For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools up
 I had beef with this nigga named Randolph
 Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed
 A beatdown from L, that's what all pranksters get
 Like I'll gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit
 I'm never fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches
 Look at my style real close and you'll see triple 6's
 Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, admit it
 I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it
 Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme about
 Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm about
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)
 [Lord Finesse]
 It's the man with the plush flowLord Belial - You Know What I'm About - http://motolyrics.com/lord-belial/you-know-what-im-about-lyrics.html
 Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though
 Cause I'm in command y'all
 I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball
 I ain't the funny type
 To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right
 Cause I got the right game
 Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
 I'm rolling numbers with no practice
 I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes
 Cause I got strategy
 I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me
 Word, I'm taxing shit
 I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a laxitive
 Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see
 You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine
 You gotta find a better way
 I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resume
 Cause I don't play, clown
 I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown
 I don't smile, don't try to pull my file
 I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style
 So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down
 Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now
 And I'm living better, troop
 And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group
 I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan
 That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
 So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it
 Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret
 While niggas are packing steel, acting ill
 I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills
 How I'm living? Everything is well
 Cause a nigga like me, well I'm ringing bells
 Without doubt I got clout
 Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out
 Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)
 [Big L]
 Word, you definite know what I'm about
 Go get your steel and guard you grill, you bitch-ass niggas
 I ain't having it for '92, niggas, word 'em up









