Nigga Yeah Know

[intro - gangsta boo]

Yo, yo... what the fucks goin on

With all you undercover-ass playa haters

All motha-fuckin snitch

My nigga t. rock shit

What the fuck yall tryin to do?

Yall tryin to hold us down or somethin?

Ya know what Im sayin, you niggas cant do that

cause we bout it baby

Ya know what Im sayin, its all good

We can see you, but you cant see us nigga

Me and the rockafella, t rock baby

Atl, memphis, the whole motha-fuckin south

And you know that nigga

[t. rock]

Can I begin the story of a nigga

Tryin to make a million for eternity

In the city of atlanta

Reapin, wreck an angel from a grandma

But it aint no way for me to make green

til my nigga t-low introduced me

To mac and the kaze

Then no one could stop me

All that juice to her, I swear ?

? prophet p and recruited me

Nigga I turned to prophet posse

Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide

Spittin fury out my range and ride

Burnin rappers like bacon fried

Wont you tell me wholl stop a playa 50 rollin nationwide

Provin high niggas that you anxious

Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps

Watch us from gauges, we snatchin your soul

And vote it heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it

And yous a nigga tryna spread a story

bout some shit that didnt happen in my lifetime

All you fakers and phonies are on the edge

Like a superstar man walkin tightlines

Ever want a nigga on the white grind

Nationwide niggas on the rise

Sportin a disguise, creep up on ya

And it dont matter what ? ?

Triple 6 kill like clan and t. rock

Rockafella stretch a million other papers

Wont you realize

A nigga finally came up in the game

All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss

Act like I dont know, you got to deal it straight

Now you burnin niggas down to a crisp

And I dont risk cause Im t. r-o-c-k

Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways

Runnin hoochies with gold in their mouths

And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way

[t. rock]

1 - nigga yeah know

Nigga, yeah know

We rollin clean rides

And we blowin hella dope, nigga

Repeat 1

[gangsta boo]

Do a motha-fuckin s.o.s.

Step on sight, what the fuck you gonna do when you bleed?

Ill be comin with the prophet posse

Know that gangsta boo

Im bout the baddest bitch that you ever seen

How many times you wanna hold me down

But like that named puffy, bitch, I would not go

All the other stupid shit that you be kickin

When Im pimpin, when you slip, run into my front door

I be rollin with them niggas thats out the projects

You wanna bet

? w-l? dub your whole motha-fuckin chest

Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me

Its money over bitches, yeah

Im the type of bitch that be kickin shit

The type of bitch that be takin other bitches dick

The type of bitch that be all about a paper chip

The type of bitch that ride with the triple 6

[t. rock]

Miss steady and the rockafella crew can load clips

With lyrical ? ? ? ? the whole slip

Gangsta boo got ? ? ? ? ? take and slap a trick down to the floor

And give her swole lips

[gangsta boo]

Its all good, I think I got her to a 5

Got you finally realizin you be hypnotized

Me and my nigga t. rock ? ? ?

We smoked out straight to atlanta, live

Repeat 1 to fade