You Know What I'm About

Check it out, for those that know me Ya wonder why I always play low key I know I got people and fans that like me But all the noise and attention don't excite me So I just lounge and play the D.L In the crib with just me and a female I'm still slick besides the others Cause a nigga like me, yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers When I'm on the scene I get feedback Brothers runnin up (Wassup, where you be at?) I be by myself just coolin Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin' Cause they're not equal to me I got places to go, money to make, and people to see Whatcha gonna do? The man is comin through (You a bad mother fucker) Ey yo, that ain't nothin new Now I'm makin' higher figures You got dumb mother fuckers who always wanna try a nigga But I'm wildin at Harlem, kid I'm straight makin papes, so what the mother fuckin problem is? Ya talk about unity. When I turn my back You talkin bout what ya wanna do to me But y'all can keep riffin I'ma send ya home with ya mother fuckin teeth missin So stop runnin at the mouth Straight up and down, yo you know what I'm about [Chorus] Knockin niggas off Knockin niggas out Knockin niggas off Knockin niggas out You know what I'm about It's the man with the rough flow Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck though Cause I'm a command y'all I'm smackin' niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball I ain't the funny type That joke around, I gotta get my mother fuckin money right And I got the right game I'm definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game I'm rollin' numbers with no practice I'm snatchin' up the money like mother fuckers owe taxes And I got strategy I'm rollin head cracks, trips, and makin all the brothers mad at me And I'm taxin' shit I'm shittin' on niggas like I just had a laxative Tryin' to gain props, I ain't the one to see You clowns'll fuck around and get played like a drum machine You gotta find a better way I pull your cards, your file, shit, plus your résumé Cause I don't play clown I'm tryin to get mine, that's why my face stay frown I don't smile or try to pull my file I lay your ass like towel, you know my mother fuckin style So just slow down, cause y'all can't throw down And y'all can't accept that a brother's makin dough now And I'm livin better, true Cause I makin more noise than a fuckin' heavy metal group It's the cool man, brother with the smooth plan And I'm seeing more papers than a newstand So peep it, don't try to run around and speak it Point blank that keep my whereabouts secret While brothers is packin still, actin ill I'm on the D.L., with a female, and I'm stackin bills (How ya livin?) Yeah I'm livin swell Cause a nigga like me, yo I'm ringin bells Without doubt, I got clout Yo, fuck that shit, you know what I'm about [Chorus]