Lord Finesse - You Know What I'm About Lyrics
[big l]When i cruise through the ghetto i drive slowI'm quick to buck a duck and i don't give a ***** about five-ohA hardcore, life, a chose to tecs thereforeI live raw and went to war with the lawMy only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plotHot and swell for selling hops on the drug spotG's were clocked, fat knots were in the sockAnd cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when i popped a glockShe was ran right for me and my man mikeCause i choose to use a gun don't mean that i can't fightCause we can put the guns down and go one roundWith the hands my man, i ain't the one to get done, clownI can adverse my style, cause i'm versatileQuick to burst a child, i'm living worse than foulI pack two tecs in case your crew flexI wet up the set in a second and yell "who's next?"To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like shaftTurn your staff into a bloodbath then laughYou'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than jel & jackI attack in black with a gat and a skully hatOn 139 street, malcom x boulevardIt's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a cardI tell effects when a beef startListen here sweetheart, the big l is street smartI *****ed up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice upFor those who refuse, i squeeze the uz and light them fools upI had beef with this nigga named randolphNow he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossedA beatdown from l, that's what all pranksters getLike i'll gank a vic, i'm on some real gangster shitI'm never *****ing with no handicapped or cripple *****esLook at my style real close and you'll see triple 6'sCrimes i committed, i'm a villian, admit itI'm the type to murder you and tell your moms i'm the kid who did itPeace and love is something that i don't rhyme about***** what you heard, you know what i'm aboutKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, you know what i'm about (repeat 2x)[lord finesse]It's the man with the plush flowSome niggas don't like me, but i don't give a *****, thoughCause i'm in command y'allI'm smacking niggas up like puerto ricans play handballI ain't the funny typeTo joke around, i gotta get my mother*****ing money rightCause i got the right gameDefinitely the wrong man to invite to a dice gameI'm rolling numbers with no practiceI'm snatching up dough like the mother*****ers owe taxesCause i got strategyI'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at meWord, i'm taxing shitI'm shitting on niggas like i just had a laxitiveTrying to earn props? i ain't the one to seeYou clowns'll ***** around and get played like the drum machineYou gotta find a better wayI'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resumeCause i don't play, clownI gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frownI don't smile, don't try to pull my fileI lay your ass like towel, you know my mother*****ing styleSo just slow down cause y'all can't throw downY'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough nowAnd i'm living better, troopAnd i'm making more noise than a *****ing heavy metal groupI'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth planThat's why i'm seeing more papers than a news standSo peep it, don't try to run around or speak itPoint blank, i keep my whereabouts secretWhile niggas are packing steel, acting illI'm on the dl with a female and i'm stacking billsHow i'm living? everything is wellCause a nigga like me, well i'm ringing bellsWithout doubt i got cloutYo ***** that shit, yo you know what i'm aboutKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, knocking niggas outKnocking niggas off, you know what i'm about (repeat 2x)[big l]Word, you definite know what i'm aboutGo get your steel and guard you grill, you *****-ass niggasI ain't having it for '92, niggas, word 'em up
