Webbie feat. Young Dro I Know Lyrics

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Say mel and t mayne
I'm a make a ***** feel on this

Top and bottom never walk in my neighborhood
(south baton rouge)
The candy lady out of business cause they take her goods
Play with me it's guaranteed, oh, I'm a lay ya down
Gotta watch my back across my tracks god know I know these clowns

God know I know
I feel like can't nobody f**k with me
God got my back so
Lil boosie keep his mind at ease
And god know I know
That somebody gon hate on me
But god know I'm thug so
You know lil' boosie go and get skeet

Now god know my situation, he know what I be facin'
He know I'm so impatient when it come to money makin'
From school, to the blocks, from the tool, to the rocks
For the lil' ***** with that glock ridin' around in somethin' hot
Now it's bout time we hit our knees and tell god truth
Can't stop the way we livin' just help us make it through
When I die take me through, up to heaven up with you
Gotta holla at my daddy and my ***** griles to
And god know
And god know I'm thug life, u ****in' right
So if ***** play with me of the op I gotta get him right
And god got my back so, when I act wow
I'm comin' home safely through the back do
The murder rate is sky high, ***** holla ride or die
These youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo pockets and them bullets in the chamber
Cause *****s slingin' iron like the lone ranger
Mayne it's murder murder kill kill on the corner where the marijuana followed by the bill
Some *****s cut by delja, some *****s cut by chill,
some *****s eat them delpids and some *****s eat them pills
Gotta get it how I live in the south side
I'm thuggin' with my cow hide
I'm fresh when I come outside
You talk **** got hog tied
God know I know these *****s
Don't make me show these *****s
Pray for these *****s keep me away from these *****s
And I


God know all the killas
He done walked with all them *****s
He done talked with all them *****s
Before they went sparked them trigger
He ain't tear ya up in church, but god pretty eyes done covered up some dirt
Plus he kept a thug alert
For these ***** *** *****s, these haters these rapists
These *****s in the swamp swear to god they alligators
Me an my *****s paper chasers (****) we ain't stuntin'
We do what we gotta do, to get that money
And god know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And god know my temper
My temper like a bubble
You bust it you in trouble
Only god know, it's hard yo, I'll lay up in ya yard wow
I'll camouflage myself with my camouflage cargo
The street ain't promised to us *****s in that dirty south
That's why I'm ridin' with that nine I'm tryin' make it out
And it's hard to live, I'm a community where ain't no f**kin unity
They always say I'm dead they try to ruin me
So boosie be on other ****
Like jew-el-r-is and poppin' chris
And mac on u a model *****
Had a hoe that swallow ****
Since 12 I saw alot of **** god know I know
Witness a man get straight sprayed right in front of the store
So I get a blunt and I roll it, hit the block actin' a donkey
Killin' my own people, servin' my own uncles
And I


Our father who art in heaven
Hollow be thy name
Thou kingdom come
Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven

But we stay reppin'
But we stay they got beasts up in my section
I was raised bysome thugs, got rich off the d
80 grams took my *****, I'm missin ya petey
God kno I need to send my *****s some pictures this
And som change to keep ***** fresj kicks on his feet
And god kno he raised me
When donkey went jonsin
Bronson kept me wide open
And that's a fact
But I kno they gon hate tho
Cause I got blocks and raps and blocks of work so u can call me lego
It's consequences, jumpin fences
Cause the narcs tryin lynch us and they missin us by inches
The judge the one who sentence make a ***** out a menace
Commisary low so we take a ***** tennis
A black eye is just like a scratch where I was raised
*****s handle they business if they ever felt played
The beasts is crooked, the preacher crooked
Saw my teacher at the strip club, damn, the teachers crooked


Now if don't nobody now
God know
***** u a hood rat
God know
A ***** try to bring you down
He right on side u
God know
***** tryin' steal yo girl u had fears
God know

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