Let ’Em Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]
I'm always stickin' out the key because your b*tch on my di*k, my nig'
I'm tearin' that ho apart, man, as if I was a freaky god
They b*tches like lickin' nuts, but I'm about hittin' 'em guts
Will f*ck a sl*t near some glass, man, 'long as I get in that ass
That Koopsta that gangster n*gga, that pimpin' with dead dreads
Slammin' my di*k down your throat, makin' my sh*t go through the back of your head
Lashonda, black, well you too, Tonya, y'all are my witness
Her suckin' mean ass di*k, so come and take care my business
If that pus*y look ferocious, I just slip on a Trojan, nig'
The Koopsta not down with that burnin' 'cause I be like thinkin' before I di*k
The tales of long rod, avengin', mane, after dark
Lookin' for a freaky b*tch to take heed of my pimp sh*t di*k
They say I'm a virgin, n*gga, but never I'm new to this
I ram like a rhino, to knock the skin off her uterus
My pockets so fat from f*ckin' b*tches, it's gettin' bigger
That Koopsta that gangster n*gga, that pimpin' that pus*y sticker

[Chorus: Gangsta Blac & (?)]
f*ck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door, ho
Time to hit the door, ho
B-bring my f*ckin' money, ho
f*ck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door, ho
Time to hit the door, ho
B-bring my f*ckin' money, ho
f*ck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door, ho
Time to hit the door, ho
B-bring my f*ckin' money, ho
f*ck 'em slow, let 'em know, time to hit the door, ho
Time to hit the door, ho
B-bring my f*ckin' money, ho
[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]
Now as I strap on my Jimmy hat for this b*tch, so I break her back
If that pus*y ain't deep enough, then that b*tch get a pimp track
Saddity ass b*tches with bogus titties be talkin' shi'r't
Maybe it's 'cause I got you hoes lickin' up nut hairs
Once in the park, twice in the yard, back on the couch
Me and Lil' Gangsta Red ran a train on your f*ckin' mouth
Dull from the Hennessy, 'fore we chiefin', we sweatin' these hoes
Round up some b*tches, jump in the ride, mane, it's time to roll
The n*ggas be askin' up, how the Koopsta be runnin' game
Maybe it's 'cause the pimpin' is straight from the North, mane
"P" plus "I" is for Isotones on my hands, if I catch a smell
"M" is for Metan, as I hung up the teflon belt
"P" is for pus*y flaugin' ass rookies, that's wind up dead
If you ever get static, why b*tch, just fill 'em up with bullet leads
"N" is for n*gga, b*tch, I'm a killa, so how you figure
That Koopsta that gangster n*gga, that pimpin' that pus*y sticker