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Lord Finesse f Big L - You Know What I`m About (Original Versio

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[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 flow
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

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