Lord Knows

Your worst nightmare be this verse riExplainght here

But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me

I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there

And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me

Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony

I'mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony

You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses

We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses

And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit?

Fuck asked you? You shouldn't be saying shit

Problem is, assholes always saying shit

But money talks -- you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit

Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico

Talking bout we get 'em robbed -- shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob

You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob

Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job

Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town

Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds

Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city

That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh?

Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give

That Ray J shit got me so sensitive

Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise

Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise

Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high

You can't touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry

And you don't want them niggas in your house though

Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo'

I ain't one to put no info out, no

You start shit, I end shit -- intro/outro

You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit

You on a empty tank, I got a full clip

You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips

Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit

Blahsay blah, blahsay blah

Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois

Mase-Qua, that's the four-door 'rati

My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body

Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty

Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty

Ain't too many ride like me, literally

This what separates the majors from the little league

Little me, just trying to be the bigger person

Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version

And you don't want to see me angry

You won't like it when I'm angry

My condolences from the boss

All I could say, sorry for your loss