Already Know

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I pimp hoes, but don't let hoes pimp me. Threw back in junior serving next New

Jersey. These Puerto Rico Air Forces look like blood on my feet.

My haters on the block are fools, I leave your blood on the street.

You wise guys are small fries to a king kong size. Nigga like myself could knock and wide out your eyes.

Like pops and pass, bang the shit 'til you can't hear shit.

We on the night train creeping with tears and cash chips. You know when it's Magnum Stack shit. You already know.

Throw back that mist. It's all on the hush. Automatics with fat clips.

Pull back and let go. Pull back and let go. You already know.

The street code to the street mode, you was already told.

When I get home to see my bitch, my blunts is already rolled. Hopped out the pussy talking shit like I was already old.

Looked at the nurse and slapped the bitch like I was already cold. Yeah.

You already know. What? What? Yeah. You already know. Bitch.

You already know. Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow.

Yeah. You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah. You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah.

You already know. Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow.

I bring work like my cousin Rick.

And I'ma ride to the end of this shit, you motherfuckers.

I'm on the field with my niggas causing ruckus. Don't fuck with no cake, we do days to busters.

I got a game plan smooth as the palm of my hand. From Sac to the Bay, we taking over the land.

I frown like Zappo, I'm official, you wack, bro.

And it's Magnum to get your bitch ass right after the show. I'm back, but I ain't never left.

A savage to the game, my birth name tatted on my neck. This is to you rapper cats.

Your raps is wack. Talking 'bout yourself, but Sac on the map.

And you say your rhymes is lethal, but your ass is see-through.

And you never should have bit the fucking hand that feed you. And it's a must when I see you, I bleed you slowly.

And when they find you, you gon' be more than a stinking and moldy. Yeah.

You already know. What? What? Yeah. You already know. Bitch.

You already know. Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow.

Yeah. You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah. You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah.

You already know. Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow.

The expression so serious, it's hard to laugh these days.

I'm out for the money, my pants sag with a durag, I blaze. Focused to get paid. Broke cats, out of my way.

I'm out for big change, big thangs, money and fame. Live like an addict.

I gots to have it, money that is. I got wifey to feed and four bad kids. Me and my niggas split wigs.

We don't talk to pigs.

That's violation if you live where I live or live how I live. Like we're the kids serious 'bout this.

Some repossessing shit, he owe me some chips. Knock a bully up on the block for this life this.

I used to be gun fifth 'til I got tired of niggas running they lips.

Now it's big fifth, pistol with two clips. I smash every fool like Mr. T's on the gas.

On the streets, I'm a cold rebel. All treble and no bass. In my Grand Prix, nine-two straight. Now, nigga.

Yeah.

You already know. What? What? Yeah. You already know. Bitch.

You already know. Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow. Yeah.

You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah. You already know. Huh? Yeah. Yeah. You already know.

Cock it back and let go. Let them thangs blow. Bow.