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Albums:

The Jacka (The Jacka) · I Know That You Know (Jimmie Noone) · I Know That You Know: An Essential Collection (Bud Powell) · I Know That You Know (Nat King Cole) · I Know That You Know (Art Tatum) · If You Didn't Know ...Now You Know (Norman Hutchins) · They Know (Dey Know) [Amended] (Shawty Lo) · You Don't Know What Love Is (Marlon Jordan) · I Know (John Gorka) · You Know What It Is (T.I.) – and 90 other albums »


[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
When this weed got me feelin' like [?] bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
Is we up in the Bay bruh?
I'm with that old shit, pulled up in my
Somebody put on the new Jacka

Prime time
It all started with a fine dime
She make it warm in the winter time
But my heart is so cold from the wrath
in this world without no help
Niggas don't know we play for self and for keeps
Late night streets when niggas dump heat no retreat
'Cause the feats
We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy,
Hate to lose, If I lose, yo can get bruised,
I'm that hard. Life starts from a bad
Memory,Daddy loved
First of all you gotta have nuts 

Don't give a fuck 

Nigga's duck when I bust 

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much 

Thinkin short like
Gather around

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go

Youngin' don't make my cells rise,
I told her blow her quota
But I know you want my picture in ya photo motorolla
In my leather hat man I let my curls hang out 
We talking shit, down
funky then a jit jack
Then George Clint jock's rap
So bitches hold ya nose
Nigga watch cha hoes
We gon chunk dem 84s then blow the indo
I'm higher then
mill and she don't even know Meek
And ever since that nigga snitched on me we just don't speak
See that shit you got with Drake is like a slow leak
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
homie rapped
That's just the way it is
I'm crossin' Bay bridges
Money, weed, and blow, in the Bay, we break bitches
It's just a money thang, you know
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach
trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do
me on the block
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock
I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them
First of all you gotta have nuts 

Don't give a fuck 

Nigga's duck when I bust 

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much 

Thinkin short like
Yeah, we should do something like that

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom
First of all you gotta have nuts 

Don't give a fuck 

Nigga's duck when I bust 

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much 

Thinkin short like
First of all you gotta have nuts 

Don't give a fuck 

Nigga's duck when I bust 

'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much 

Thinkin short like
that Chevey let her purr
We all from the curve

Bitch niggas runnin up nerve
I ain't gone let you die
And I (?) Tag a man
Said you runnin from
lap-a
Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a
Watchin for a jack-a
You know I'm a mack-a
Whatcha need dog, ? weed or some crack-a
Ice on my
bridnicks with the quickness, that's how we live it
My niggaz get it straight from Guala Mala
Fold over in camouflage helicopters undetected by the stealth
Yeah, we should do something like that

Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom chuck!
Boom boom chuck, Yeah, that's what's up!
Boom boom chuck, boom b-boom
followin' the footsteps of this hell
We call America




Young niggaz stay strapped
'cause ain't nothin' out here but haters

And snakes, and sinners,
When we get by, we'll make it by
When we get by with love
I look in your eyes, when I look in your eyes
I know what your thinking of
Tis a beautiful