Knowledge God

[Intro] *snort* - Plug. Word - Yo, son. Word, yo, you know what I'm saying? You know we had the baddest mothafuckin'... unit back in the days kid - No doubt. I know that, son, I know that. You know that - You know, I know that. Yo, son. You know what I'm saying? I miss all my niggas though believe me! - No doubt, word up, you know what I'm saying? - And I don't never forget none of it. Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying. All them wild-ass niggas, man - Rob, you know what I'm saying? - You know what I'm saying? L, yo, man, shit is wild, you know what I'm saying God? Word up - No doubt, yeah. Tyrese, yeah - You know what I'm saying? So you let my shit go at the count of three though, you know what I'm saying? - Powerful. Word up. Yo, it's time, it's your time [Verse 1] Fake niggas throw shit in they drinks Club nights we snatch linx, politic, Africans, and Chinks While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds Niggas projects filled with fiends injecting Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen Chill pa, the God'll be a Star when you come home Light bones, and let you rock my 3G stone So, see cousin, yo I was working, cats I'm jerking And uptown these niggas acting like they hurting Keys 24 a brick Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Papi got hit Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room Skied up, weed the fuck up, to top it off Look beat up, with two crack fiends hugging your seed up I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it I got your back though [Hook] Yo, why's my niggas always yelling that broke shit? Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah What's todays mathematics, son? Knowledge God [Verse 2] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna Italiano, slanted-eyed banging them fat Milano Selling coke right out the bottle Sometime, a nigga brought 9's, to test with mines Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby Teaching his seed, Wu-Tang karate Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks Night time rolling with snakes Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank Sixteen shots in his fish tank And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana Smokin ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra Claiming New York was ancient Babylon Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on I can't front though, truck loads of indo Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho [Hook]