U Know That lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm a big dog like a Great Dane
If you ain't never caught a body blood, you can't hang
Run a n*gga over like a freight train
All we do is set trip and gang bang
I push a hard line on the opps
n*ggas working with the cops
'Til I put him to a stop
Sent him to the docs
Skin that n*gga like a fox
n*gga acting like he hot
'Til I put him in a box
Hit him in his back
He need a wheelchair n*gga
They said they want me dead
But I'm still here n*gga
It's crunch time boy
I don't fear no n*gga
You hating on the mobb
You a weirdo n*gga
Flexing and finessing
I'm just running up the chips
Scope 'em off the building with a .30-06
Ima murder you and everybody that you with
He beating up his woman 'cause she want to be my b*tch
He hating on a player, presidential with the tint
Broke n*ggas mad at me 'cause they pockets full of lint
I done been everywhere n*ggas haven't went
You be tricking with these b*tches
You can't even pay your rent
Keep it real with yourself
Ima squeeze 'til it melt
Leave your brains on a shelf
Ain't no screaming for no help
These the cards I was dealt
This the pain that I felt
.40 cal under my belt
Strip a n*gga for his wealth
[Chorus]
I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

[Verse 2]
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat
Cross country pimping
I be everywhere the hoe at
You say you getting money n*gga
You gon have to show that
Your n*gga don't like me
b*tch, I already know that
You running up a check
Little b*tch you know you owe that
You left your money at your room
We gon have to go back
Half a million dollars in the back where the floor at
I'm pimping, I ain't never sending b*tches where it's slow at
Street cred epic
Fully gon let us
Shoot him like a diabetic
He gon need a paramedic
Put him in a suit like he going to a wedding
Money in my hands
Talking sh*t like I'm betting
Rok on a track
Get you popped in the back
Got a Glock and a MAC
Shaking cops on a Jag
If I slide through your block
And you out, then you whacked
Leave you dead in your house, on your couch, on a flat
[Chorus]
I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I'm real and you know that
I'm everywhere the dough at
The Benz outside all black like Kodak
Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that
Broke ass n*ggas' pockets flatter than a doormat