You Know Who

Alright man, y'all win
I won't say it, at least for this song, hey

Said they lookin' for the realest, well I'm real as it get
Rap to the nigga dealin' hard who live in the jects
Til some better nigga wit her, ain't delivered 'em yet
My mouth big, but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die by my respect so I honor the code
Peep niggaz who be out here flexin', stuntin' for hoes
And if you ain't never chose to remember nothin before
Just know the game is some you win, some you don't
But you already begin again, start, it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip an O, how hard it go
Man if you ain't ever heard of Pimp Squad before
You better ask a real nigga or abroad you know
Cause you ain't ready for the pros, get it outta ya brain
You in over your head, way out of your lane
I've been sayin' I'm filthy rich and got it from caine
So would you say them niggaz know if they done got it the same, right?

Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there
It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, Pimpin he won't share man

I know you think you out there gettin' it in
But whatcha doin', I done did it once and did it again
I had a choice between runnin' while living in sin
He done settlin' down, turnin' nine millin' or ten
I give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million for just lettin' me in
But now I'm settlin' in, gettin' used to the view
On top, won't stop till I'm huger than you

Gon flop? Who? Me, pimp you losin' your screws
We gotta dope if you lettin' niggaz shoot into you
You ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin' to you
The roof in the back of the park ain't translucent as you
So now your nigga dressin' up, man do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just the suit and the shoe
This been proven, I'm the truth, stamp government seal
I'm what it is, these other niggaz just Southern with deals, for real

Cause you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, goin' against us, too unfair
Cause everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
And now you know I ain't no more, not a tinfolk there
It's you know who, you know what
Of the you know where, beef now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use our copy producers, he won't care
If he leave the hood alone, pimpin' he won't share man



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Solomon Burke, Tony Galvin
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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