Big Tymers, Lil Wayne - Nigga Couldn't Know lyrics

This is where them niggas die fast
Sell bricks and buy bags
They dodge class to hit the
Block and go find cash if you try to pass
Take my advice: drive fast cause, my man
Ain't no escaping when shots blast
You wonder why the cops keep circling
Niggas murdering
I ain't never saw 'em before
Tonight we twurkin' 'em
Niggas wearin' masks like glasses
Niggas got on tank tops and
A pair of Reebok classics
Pants to my knees cause the
Glock make it slouch i can't talk right now
I got three rocks in my mouth and, woadie
When we enter niggas freeze
Up like it's winter and if a nigga whisper
Pistols eat him up for dinner
Seventeen representer, you don't like it
Do somethin' and I'll bet you'll see a
Nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'
And we like to dress in all
Black up in my residence
Ain't got on no suit's cause we
Ain't tryin' to be presidents

Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor

Nigga waking up to alley cats and rats
Project bitches that tote gats
Niggas kicking the dope
But the crack done smack back
Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways
While other niggas playin' ball made
A court in the driveway
Things ain't the same where I use to play
It's guns and broads
New cars, neighborhood superstars
And hoes smoking cigars
Lil' ones sitting on the car
Watchin' the bus hollering
"Them people comin'!" When that
Blue car pull up i'm tired of catchin' cuts
And bendin' corners
I got that work got youngsters
On all four corners
You got the quarters, and you got them halves
I got the quarter ki's
And Fresh got the slabs
Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick
And if you don't know that, nigga
Tax the bitch

Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor

It's the return of the
Click-clackin' downtown pistol packin'
Y'all remember me from back in
The '89 era when killers use to wear mascara
And run through the court causin' terror
Random riot gunshots
Government-issued Glocks
That's bakin' soda added with that odor
Now you got clatch pots
Niggas went from to frozen cups
To catchin' cuts, to big ol' nuts
Shorty, I been on missions
Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions
Stickin' guns in bustas' backs
Everybody, come out your Polos
And your Zodiacs
But that was back in the days
See, niggas done changed they ways
Went from snug nose-38's to hand grenades
Now it's a must that niggas bust
Back when they get cussed at or fussed at
Nine-millimeters, Glocks, pumps, riot guns
Niggas can trust that

Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor
Nigga, we done moved more coke
Than a nigga could know
More money, more cars
Than a nigga could show
And more ice cheap price
Than a nigga could score
And hit blocks with Glocks
Make 'em get on the floor

Y'all got to understand
We got this shit on lock, woadie
If you ain't makin' money you ain't
Doin' what you suppose to
I understand niggas kickin' in
Doors for 20-inch momo's
Whatever it take, lil' daddy
And it don't matter
If I get caught up in a struggle
I got to take mines
If you get caught up, you better believe it
That that iron gon' get your mind right, dog
We hustlin' for sure, fa
Bling-blingin' without a doubt
Like new cars, and pretty broads
And neighborhood superstars money
Bitches rags to riches