C.M.L. - U Know That lyrics

I'm a big dog like a Great Dane
If you ain't never caught a body blood
 you can't hang
Run a nigga over like a freight train
All we do is set trip and gang bang
I push a hard line on the opps
Niggas working with the cops
'Til I put him to a stop
Sent him to the docs
Skin that nigga like a fox
Nigga acting like he hot
'Til I put him in a box hit him in his back
He need a wheelchair nigga
They said they want me dead
But, I'm still here nigga
It's crunch time boy i don't fear no nigga
You hating on the mobb you a weirdo nigga
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 bitch he hating on a player
Presidential with the tint
Broke niggas mad at me 'cause
They pockets full of lint
I done been everywhere niggas haven't went
You be tricking with these bitches
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 nigga for his wealth

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 niggas' 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 niggas' pockets flatter
Than a doormat

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter
Than a doormat cross country pimping
I be everywhere the hoe at
You say you getting money nigga
You gon have to show that
Your nigga don't like me
Bitch, I already know that
You running up a check
Little bitch 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 bitches
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 shit 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

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 niggas' 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 niggas' 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 niggas' 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 niggas' pockets flatter
Than a doormat