What'cha Know About Me

[VERSE 1] Peep the memoirs of a Brooklyn Latin hustlin’ Petty dealer, moving haze through that Flatbush junction Flipped that, Yup! then later packed that substance The type you cook, I relive it but I rap with substance Cats’ll bump this & get it, yet others’ll be flustered Some of it ain’t for you, it’s for the gutter and the hustlers & they love this Cause y’all scripts leave em numb They don’t feel it, ya bitch ass can’t speak for them, we eatin’ crumbs In the ghetto, yet you speak of funds, like it’s such ease for it to come No wonder why I’m so hung to let you meet my gun Got a shell for you from yours truly N.I.N.O is back on the beat was off duty! (fuckers!) Thought you knew me Which other newbie could hang with Crooked I and Kool G? Speaking of which, haters be all tight wishin’ they was you instead Up in the nose bleeds like G gettin’ brain from Superhead All you dulla’s could taste my Ruger’s led Cause if its tucked in u know I’m puttin’ you to bed (night night) my life’s trife Lookin’ for a nice heist that’s high priced I might snap, fuck it, I might snipe, bust it The future like Mekhi Phife, lookin’ for somebody better? Try Christ You wanna try life? Test Nino My advice, don’t let ya ego, get you left in a deep hole, No! You could never ever, get on my level ho Go get a shovel ho, nothing this muzzle holds So FUCK D.O.A, I don’t hate, I’m serious Cause like chicks who think they preggy it’s a lil late, period! I ain’t furious, this ain’t a diss here Like Hov’s really gonna hear this here Despair,No more, but I’m still breathin’ thin air Damn, feel like I’m training up in Big Bear Now let make me make this one thing clear Did I get kicked out? nope! I was never in there So fuck the business affairs All I need is one mic, a kick, & snare I administer fear, this shit is so rare Ghetto minister, lyrical, who else kickin’ what I’m givin you here (yeah) Go head snooze like Bless’s isn’t raw Tails u lose now ya heads on the floor…. (Fucker) [HOOK] So what you know about me, huh? Said what you know about me? (I do it and I spit it, some get it, most dont) (And a lot of dudes tell me I should quit but I won’t, No!) SO what you know about me, huh? Said what you know about me? (I ain't buckled inside, got nothing to hide) (never tuck in my pride, so fuck it I ride, or die) [VERSE 2] Wait, the stakes have risen, my plate No steak or chicken, tummy growlin’ but I stay with the rhythm Drake, I don’t hate on the nigga But cats’ll conform to be makin’ them figures (fuck it) Shit, if that’s ya goal do it up, that’s wassup I could rap for bucks, sell and do a track that sucks, but That cash stackin’ up with my pride ain’t addin’ up I ain’t mad, I’m a master this craft no matter what So they question can he last or what? They say “Nino, the game’s changed when will ya ass give up?” So my answers “um, when pigs fly over hills All while sleet and hail is fallin’ over hell” (Get Real) Bless will never chill on this path he’s on While these backpackers get they backstreet on It’s ass backwards so Im bringin’ rap back, bitch! You wack rappers could get the mattic and ya cap bent! I stifle my rivals like Cashis I’m focused like the Jackson’s on Michael’s assets Heart of a aztec, if I’m holdin’ a ratchet You bound to hear the bang like when my homie Grafh spits So coje lo con calma, my folks is known for trampas A soldier since I tapped that code in Contra Every verse I write is worth the fight Watch me A-Rod the game but I’ma earn my stripes, nigga!