Busta Rhymes, J-Doe, Reek Da Villian - What You Know About It lyrics
[Busta Rhymes, J-Doe, Reek Da Villian - What You Know About It lyrics]
Nigga, you know who the fck we is?
(The Conglomerate) fck boy, I'm a money hoe
I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you
Ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'
Talkin' all that money they never seen
Frontin' like you got bank roll
Nigga, you don't make dough
Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though
They be on that funny shit
We be on that money shit
Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar
Give you a 20 clip
Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes
Back streets maskin' up watchin'
For the flashlights
Your girl wanna suck me off
She ain't have to ask twice
Big strong brother and I'm out
Like it's my last night
Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy
Blow is raw and that
Thing gleamin' like Leroy
Black and yellow Smith & Wesson
That's my bumble bee toy
And they gon' reminisce over your ass
Trouble T-Roy
Yeah! yeah! When I let that thing go
The whole club sleepin' on the
Floor like it's hangover
Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House
Wednesday and butter
I'm a pull out all this green and let it go!
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean
What you know about it? Put them
Put them hands up if you know about it
Don't never see a broke motherfcker 'round me
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean
What you know about it? Put them, put them
Put them hands up if you know about it
You ain't never seen a
Broke motherfcker 'round me
Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready
Boy fckin' somethin' up when it's
Comin' to that fetti, boy
Lil' lame niggas better get
Your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane 'fore
My niggas para-shoot you-up
Think I'm sayin' peace when I
Throw them fckin' deuces up?
I'm only signalin' niggas to start
Hangin' them nooses up somebody gonna die
Break a branch just to beat you
Go! Chop the body parts and
Let the pigs eat you
Holes through every part of your
Body we can see through
Continue blowin' the cannon
I wouldn't wanna be you
I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices
Spend money like a nigga copped
A fleet of Rolls Royces
Prepared to purchase everything while
Exploring the choices
Then enjoy eatin' your food like
I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I got 'em
Walkin' like a fiend walk
I'm done speakin' to niggas
I'm a let the homie Doe talk
Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it
Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out
Just to show it
If shorty ain't drinkin' hard
Liquor we'll Moet
Then it's to the Tele suite afterward
So she can hoe it
She gon' swallow all of me
I'm a blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live
Her mouth like a safe house
Loud pack of kush and that
Goose got me spaced out
Standin' on the sofa fadin'
Sweatin' all my waves out (faded)
In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve
Lookin' like I need to be
Posin' under palm trees
And I'm quick to let my four squirt
Unemployed gangster nigga
You don't want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cop a brick and take it
To the floor like we wrestling
Throw it in the pot with the
Fish and we stretchin' it
Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it
Fck boy
Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy
She ain't drop, don't be a
Hater, let her cook, boy
My chrome and black nina call her lady luck
And any time you see her goin'
Down she gon' give it up like, let it go!
Let it go
(The Conglomerate) fck boy, I'm a money hoe
I truck a wealthy nigga 'fore you
Ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini, they be rappin'
Talkin' all that money they never seen
Frontin' like you got bank roll
Nigga, you don't make dough
Birthday over, one slice left of cake, though
They be on that funny shit
We be on that money shit
Catch 'em drinkin', pull up on that bar
Give you a 20 clip
Rap life, trap life, black white, stash pipes
Back streets maskin' up watchin'
For the flashlights
Your girl wanna suck me off
She ain't have to ask twice
Big strong brother and I'm out
Like it's my last night
Cocaine cowboy, long island D-Boy
Blow is raw and that
Thing gleamin' like Leroy
Black and yellow Smith & Wesson
That's my bumble bee toy
And they gon' reminisce over your ass
Trouble T-Roy
Yeah! yeah! When I let that thing go
The whole club sleepin' on the
Floor like it's hangover
Monday is Juliette's, Tuesday is Green House
Wednesday and butter
I'm a pull out all this green and let it go!
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean
What you know about it? Put them
Put them hands up if you know about it
Don't never see a broke motherfcker 'round me
What you know about it?
Get green, whip clean
What you know about it? Put them, put them
Put them hands up if you know about it
You ain't never seen a
Broke motherfcker 'round me
Mad machete, Busta Rhymes, you ain't ready
Boy fckin' somethin' up when it's
Comin' to that fetti, boy
Lil' lame niggas better get
Your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane 'fore
My niggas para-shoot you-up
Think I'm sayin' peace when I
Throw them fckin' deuces up?
I'm only signalin' niggas to start
Hangin' them nooses up somebody gonna die
Break a branch just to beat you
Go! Chop the body parts and
Let the pigs eat you
Holes through every part of your
Body we can see through
Continue blowin' the cannon
I wouldn't wanna be you
I let it go like I'm sick and hear voices
Spend money like a nigga copped
A fleet of Rolls Royces
Prepared to purchase everything while
Exploring the choices
Then enjoy eatin' your food like
I'm eatin' lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I got 'em
Walkin' like a fiend walk
I'm done speakin' to niggas
I'm a let the homie Doe talk
Brought twenty thou out and I'm a blow it
Your man pullin' fifteen hundred out
Just to show it
If shorty ain't drinkin' hard
Liquor we'll Moet
Then it's to the Tele suite afterward
So she can hoe it
She gon' swallow all of me
I'm a blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live
Her mouth like a safe house
Loud pack of kush and that
Goose got me spaced out
Standin' on the sofa fadin'
Sweatin' all my waves out (faded)
In my new Trews, slow bucks, long sleeve
Lookin' like I need to be
Posin' under palm trees
And I'm quick to let my four squirt
Unemployed gangster nigga
You don't want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cop a brick and take it
To the floor like we wrestling
Throw it in the pot with the
Fish and we stretchin' it
Go and hug the corner like we sexin' it
Fck boy
Eighteen-wheeler jewelry game truck, boy
She ain't drop, don't be a
Hater, let her cook, boy
My chrome and black nina call her lady luck
And any time you see her goin'
Down she gon' give it up like, let it go!
Let it go