Let It Be Known Lyrics

I don't think it I just do it
Y'all still thinkin' it's just music, but
J League is a just movement, so you should just adjust to it
'Cause our whole attitude is fuck losin'

People on the outside sayin' he must do it
'Cause all niggaz make is love songs and drug music
I don't sip Dom P but kick it with Von P
And now I'm with Sean P, Boot Camp, who the fuck knew it?

Brooknam's in the buildin' but me and Sean's
In the buildin' them joints that rock hard like Benatar
More than just a MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker
And each and every verse is a seminar

And each and every word is a miniature
Representation of the divine revelation he send to y'all
Up next to get it as soon as we distribute these
Rhymes to the public, sorry if I'm offendin' y'all

'Te the crew rocker, overseas shoe shopper
In Maggiano's, orderin' two pastas
Back in the days, them hoes say he too proper
Now he's the main attraction like Mufasa

I ain't lyin' but if you think that I ain't tryin'
To be the best, you need to rewind this
Big dough and Dru Ha standin' behind this
You have now been in tune to the finest, Von, sick 'em

The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock mics
Phonte, J League, what'chu know about it?
The camp, the click, the crew play this song, get nice
Sean P, Boot Camp, what'chu know about it?

They better get it while it's gettin' 'fore the gettin' is gone
'Cause right here, right now, yeah, they know about itSean Price Featuring Phonte Of Little Brother - Let It Be Known - http://motolyrics.com/sean-price-featuring-phonte-of-little-brother/let-it-be-known-lyrics.html
It's Sean P, Phonte, nigga, let it be known
Let it be known, let it be known, let it be known, let it be

I don't dap it, I just clap it
Y'all still thinkin' it's just rappin', but
Boot Camp is a tough unit, so you should just adjust to it
'Cause my whole attitude is Ruck do it

People in my project sayin' Ruck yo' fuck music
I've been lovin' rap since Run was Krush Groove'n
I don't eat tofu, I don't drink soy milk
Always into beef, pah, don't get your boy killed

Lyrically I'm killin' 'em
Call 'Te, tell him I got yay in Wilburton
Call up some of my fam
These crackers buyin' crack a hundred a gram

I got a gun in my hand, don't make me take your life
I do wrong just to make shit right, right?
I thank God for Buck and Dru
Without a deal, who knows what the fuck I'd do

Probably stand on the corner with a gun and a beeper
Act wrong, clap strong, put your son in a sleeper
Some with the reefer, I gotta roll me a joint
Bring the chorus and I'll prove my point, P

The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock mics
Phonte, J League, what'chu know about it?
The camp, the click, the crew play this song, get nice
Sean P, Boot Camp, what'chu know about it?

They better get it while it's gettin' 'fore the gettin' is gone
'Cause right here, right now, yeah, they know about it
It's Sean P, Phonte, nigga, let it be known
Let it be known, let it be known, let it be known, let it be