Act Like U Knoww lyrics

(1. Verse: Hardcore)
Yo what’s up motherf*ckers my name is Hardcore and I’m pimping all y’all b*tches and hoes
Man and you know its gone be O
When the 94 punches through the door
Cause that’s when Hardcore eliminates competition
Sit in the back rows
b*tching up about they music cause they say that they harder
But my music ain’t got nothing to do with the way I bust a rhyme
I’m blowing your mind dropping a dime on your [?]
I told you I was coming so back up
So here I come up just like a timebomb I react when the time come
To do what I gotta do and that’s to make them n*ggas run fool
I thought you knеw but you didn’t so pay attention as I flow
Hm you better act likе you know

(2. Verse: Tommy Wright)
We can get into some player sh*t some gangster sh*t
Whatever you want to do you fool with me it’s cool
Time to pop and lock another n*gga in the trunk
If you wants to talk that sh*t you must be happy smoking that skunk [?]
Cause its time to leave a b*tch in the f*cking street, in the creek
Wherever you go you hoes gon be 6 feet deep
Time to push a buster motherf*cker of the Memphis bridge
Time to split a n*gga wig
Aks my n*ggas down on tree
Creeping never sleeping cause my bag is [?]
You’ll get burned by some lead
Popping leaving bodies dropping through that infrared
Creeping that .44 getting so high cause a n*gga like me don’t know [?] who die
But b*tches and snitches get tooted the worst by n*ggas pulling triggers [?]
Strapping and slapping that b*tch so quick
One man gang tommy wright
Straight from 4 Corners Pimpin Ville
Where they creep at night
Living on the west side
Players gots to duck and dive
Rocks in my pocket
Player haters just can’t stop it
Taking a [?]
Sipping a [?]
With my n*ggas as we slang them thangs
Ain’t no use of lying to the police mane
We a gang
Hardcore [?] 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 don’t change
Creeping real fast for your cash hoe
So where its stashed?
Pass me a ghetto license
Take my picture with a Glock in it and if [?]
I gots to pack my Glock 17
Pull the trigger blow a bast*rd all the way to [?]
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 a blunt in my eye
OG styled not buck wild [?] crooked packs a gun
Won’t you come out with it
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187 on an undercover cop
211 on them funky hoes
So perpetrate like you know