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I Know I Know [Drag Blend]

DJ Black

Life Stories: Dragged & Chopped

2008

through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo

Energy energy
Ebi fameye chale aaaoo
Berma this year de3 by hook or crook oo
Any how anyhow 
Yo snow 
Y3 tsie 

Me adey Live my life my way 
Everyday

runnin, 
fuck up us by them thug life control 
How should the thugster 
Must be in the area 
Outlaw does the law 
Dept on the gangsta 
When's Ital Joe

Aye yo you hear this shit
This shit sound like a sexy song
Or some shit

This that going somewhere Johnny type music

Ladies and gentlemen I would

It goes one for the weather
Two for the trees
Three for the Imapalas, four for the Ds
I don't have a job cause
I'm employed by the streets
I make

Tired and done with this negative shit
No I can’t hold it down for no negative bitch
Said fuck it all by myself I’ll get rich
And don’t you call When I’m

on, like M.O.
My M.O. is Rambo, ammo
Got money now so there's marble on the handle
On wax so let's beef with no candles
Dismantled, click, bam!
Got some

the boy you mentioned
Man but I ain't loosing baby I pull and collect I collect
Young Mo in the lab made a lot of money after that working Mash
Word to Mash

With 36 Mo 
now we ready to ride 
Try 

Know these stics 
A hit yo body 
Like confetti inside 

And I ain't saying I'm no a boss
But I got Niggas that

I Love Being a Gangsta

Major Figgas

Figgas 4 Life

2000

And never could go
Nights guzzuling mo'
The ice smothers my ro'
Got advance money top pies
Double the dough 
6 double the O
Push me if you want 
I know your

bo, nisazolimala bo
Khanda izaka joe, just killed another show
Cel ungang'naki joe mngaba awugcwali yo
We not here to party joe, re pusha spane mo
I got

work on a miracle
Death to thoughts of the cynical
Doubts of reachin’ the pinnacle
Manhattan keep on makin' it
Queens get the money, but
Brooklyn keep

can achieve 
Money coming 2nd cuz yo family come first 
That's what I thought for a second till I heard all of the dirt 
Now I'm riding solo, niggas

The Pyrvmids on the beat
Yo' whats yo' type
Babe tell me what you like yeah
I know you feeling like it's wrong but it's right yeah
I got to get up in

wo, wo)
Yo bro, if you’re ready for the ting
We gon' need space in the whip
(bring that chrome)
I chat to gyal, when I’m taking a shit
Mo are you taking

But you ain't really bout that life I read yo energy
A team is built off skill sets
And then come chemistry
And everybody gotta role that lead

tryin, so I mite have 2 hide this bitch
I want yo friend, u comin 2 (2)
& u kno what it is, 1 + 1 that = 2 (2)
& u kno we how we do it, 2 + 2 = 4
Tha mo

Trying to take her out the hood (Umm Hmm)
Said he treat her real good
Babygirl
But yo man ain't got no dough
You sick and tired of hearing, ain't got no mo

these rappers just living blindly
While I'm praising the one who loves me
He's by my side from day to night 
He's teaching me how to live right

Chocolate

tell somebody

N****s know exactly what it is
B*****s know exactly what it is
Mos is back up in this s**t again
The room watch as soon as I get in
I know

people trynna see how to get rid of him 

Switching up the flow, still knowin how to gas it
Gotta get mo, money looking like Jurassic 
Trynna travel more,

tapping on a thot pic
Lying in their dms like you really got your knots thick
Please
We know you not getting the cheese
Wouldn't spray yo ass with febreze

come up on a million, I'ma keep it on the low
Y'all just seen how they did Nipsey, can't fuck with the hood no mo'
I pray the coward that killed you

and fakin then jacks
Boy ya tear'em apart
Just livin in ah world that's so so cruel
That's tha tape in yo deck
They take our money, rape our women, now come