What U Know

[Verse One: Edo G.] Ayo I kick the type of shit that bitches want to freak to Niggas partying and getting geeked to Fuck them niggas I don't speak to You on some sucker shit Don't worry 'bout who I'm down with or what label I'm fucking with I'm on some other shit Plus I had enough of roughing it You haters see me on the bus and smile cause you loving it You'd rather see me in the trash like Oscar Cause you don't wanna see the Edo G prosper A lot of crabs trying to be lobsters A lot of scary as niggas trying to be mobsters I'm too deep up in this music Don't ever plan to pull out son if you ain't gon' use it It only becomes a habit if you constantly abuse it I refuse to lose it Bruise bitches, backwoods and music Edo G gon' prove it Cause this is how the Berry do it In this rap industry M.I.A. gon' run what [Hook: Edo G] Now what you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? What you know about that? Yo what you know about that huh? What you know about that? [Verse Two: Nottz] Prepare for this invasion This dark ass, frail ass cat Weighing in at a buck fifty two with fo' five to split you (bllaow!) Arma-geddon, meteors to hit you Hit you with that shit that cats in Tokoyo can feel too All you up and coming stars Yo I'ma drill through Plant my nuke and blow you Hot shit to scorch you And your squad I run through like kangaroo that [?] hold up It's stuck, raise the roof like Luke do My [?] will sting you like peroxide on fresh wounds The crooks about to blow this shit so nigga stay tuned Teacher coming through so, motherfucker make room Nottz be that shit to be haunting your bathroom Edo G make the cat bloom and slap the groom I [?] impregnate her so the shit won't die DMP Dirtee staff, 8th wonder dunn Head crack your wack shit and cop this fat shit for your son [Hook] [Verse Three: Edo G] Ayo I'm too ill Leaving faggot niggas scared like [?] Hicks to Dru Hill From Walnut to Blue Hill I'm true till My crew win That line you walk is very thin I reps the Berry till the very end I'm up and hurrying You start? I'ma catch that ass like Terry Glenn You on the outside looking in I takes it back to the old days You getting hit up on the streets cause you ain't looking both ways Today's, so called rappers on stage is boring But I stand up on my own like my dick up in the morning Sick with the foaming but act stable With the Nestle on the tables Now every drug dealer wanna start a rap label And run the same shit like cable While I'm in like my naval Ready willing and able to come and save you This ain't no Edo G debut I'll slay you And take all your label pay you [Hook]