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Still Know All About You

Bizzy Bone

Evolution of Elevation

20

Rap

Tekst piosenki
[Intro: Q Loco] Yeah you know what it is... Yeah, Yeah, yeah... One time for they mind yo One time for they mind yo Get to 'em Get 'em baby! [Hook] See I know all about you And I made you hot when you not And now you talking fast actin' like you something you not So when I talk about you can't even remember your name Cause all these playa haters lookin' the same, nigga [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] I t-t-took a picture With the quickness I come get withcha niggas stop your ticka Read the scripture, dismiss ya, then forgive ya got ya bitter I don't know you, I don't know you, a little quick forgetter Like you never existed in my picture take it to ya It's like a nigga never knew you My homies they wanna do ya I'm holding 'em back from screwin' ya You wanna be me, in my business you wanna be a rat You ain't cappo you ain't Bizzy and you ain't dappa Allah's God Allah's my master Create a fly, You ain't fly You would shoot me in the back like Brother Ty It's only I, who tried and get you off the coke crack Focused your mind and made you wanna go rap How could you do me like that And I still gotta forgive, got a clean heart Prosperous as I live And now you know the truth, do what you do without me You ain't gangsta, ain't ganging, ain't gankin' a G [Hook] I know all about you And I made you hot when you not And now you talking fast actin' like you something you not So when I talk about you can't even remember your name Cause all these playa haters lookin' the same [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] You wanna start somethin', you ain't even Muslim Wasting my time with your wack rhymes and ya bluffin' Your homies are fruity so I question if they even like coochie What ever happened to the pimpin' that you said you was doin' Got your people gooey, ain't never seen me before Man they don't never boo me, never confuse me whore Strangle my mind like I'm blind and you hoes can't find Look at you jealous of my fellas I'm a chillin' proclive You a dime, you a boy, you a toy indeed You don't got no joy so you make prank calls to me And what you see is the real how you feel don't brag I don't care about your choices, but I'm just not a fag [Hook] See I know all about you And I made you hot when you not And now you talking fast actin' like you something you not So when I talk about you can't even remember your name Every playa hater lookin' the same [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] So Mr. Crackhead, ecstasy, poppin' wannabe Mr. Cokesniffah, cocklicker, wannabe Alicia Keys I'm a rock n' roller holder of the heart of a G And I promise you can never be me, don't even try it It's too expensive to buy it Too extensive to (say) it Artificial feelin' of drugs, can't even fly with it So come and try it, you don't stand a chance in here It's your weakness in your lust that'll make you a queer I'm on every tier, with every tear I give They are not for you, only for God I live See Allah's God Muhammed as messenger may peace be appointed My lord and master help me stay up on 'em [Hook] Cause I know all about you I made you hot when you not And now you talking fast actin' like you something you not So when I talk about you can't even remember your name Cause all you playa haters lookin' the same Holla back! I know all about you I made you hot when you not And now you talking fast actin' like you something you not So when I talk about you can't even remember your name Cause every playa haters lookin' the same One time... [Verse 4: Tha Realest] I knew you were bitch niggas from jump street You can't deny my street tactics now police follow me You played that home boy grown bitch too easy Now nigga come see me Switch the game up now niggas they wanna be me Too much leadership to play that backburna' Military minded motherfucker like I'm Nat Turner Gotta watch myself around your kind cause you talks a lot Always opening up your trap but your rhymes ain't high Hire me as your ghostwriter, I won't tell All money spend good nigga see me in hell Spit shells while my je-wels shine in the rarest form Put me on a track with Bizzy nigga and we''ll do you harm Allah, please let me apologize in advance These niggas they made me do it give me one more chance Return my pistol to my pants, and I stepped out true I'm just telling what it is motherfucker cause I knew all about you!
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