Act Like U Know lyrics

[Verse 1 Hardcore]
Yo wussup motherf*ckers my name is hardcore and I'm pimpin' all you b*tches and hoes
Letting ya know its gon be on
With the 9-4 I'm punchin' through the door cause that's when hardcore eliminates competition sit, in the back rows b*tching about they music cause they say it ain't hard as mine
But my music ain't got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme
I'm blowing yo mind dropping a dime on yo ear drum
I told you I was coming so back up cause here I come
I'm just like a timebomb I react when the time comes
To do what I gotta do and that's to make them n*ggas run fool
I thought you knew but you didn't so pay attention as I flow
Hmm you better act like you know

[Verse 2 Tommy Wright III]
We can get into some playa sh*t some gangsta sh*t
Whatever you wanna do you fool, with me its cool
Time to pop and lock another n*gga in the trunk
If you wants to talk that sh*t you must be high from smoking that skunk [inaudible]
Cause its time to leave a b*tch in the f*cking street, in the creek wherever you go you hoe is gon be 6 feet deep
Time to push a busta motherf*cker off the Memphis bridge
Time to split a n*gga wig ask my n*ggas down on trig
Creeping never sleeping cause my back is never turnt you'll get burnt by some lead popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared
Gripping the .44 getting so high cause a n*gga like me just dont care who die
But b*tches and snitches get treated the worse by n*ggas with trigger puttin folks in hearse
Scrappin and slappin a b*tch so quick
1 man gang Tommy Wright
Straight from 4 corners pimpin-ville where they creep at night
Living on that westside playas gots to duck and dive
Rocks in my pocket playa hatas just can't stop it
Taking a pull, sippin that bull with my n*ggas as we slang them thangs
Ain't no use of lying to the police mane we a gang
Hardcore [department?] and the 4 corner og's
The magnolia crime clique sticking you up and leaving you sick
Gotta do a stang gotta gang bang sh*t dont change
Creeping real fast for your cash hoe so where its stashed
Pass me a ghetto license take my picture wit a Glock and if you deep as 16 I gots to pack my Glock 17
Pull the trigger blow a bast*rd all the way to Kingdom come
Bring me some if you got some shells cause I'm low as hell
Constantly loading always holding pistols towards the f*cking sky
Clips In my other hand smoke from the blunt in my eye
OG style not buck wild dial a crook that packs a gun
What you come out with is 789-7961
187 on a undercover cop
211 on the funky hoe so perpetrate like you know
Hoe