You Know Who lyrics

Song information

Artist: T.I.
Album: King

Lyrics

T.i. {talking}

Alright man yall win
I wont say it...atleast for this time
Hey(ha!)

[Verse 1]
You steady lookin for the realest, well I'm real as it get
Rap to the nigga dealin hard who live in da jects
If it's a better, nigga wetter, I aint delivered 'em yet
My mouth big, but I got a pistol bigger than that
I live and die for my respect, so I honor the code
Keep niggas who be out there flexin stuntin for hoes
And if ye ain't never chose to remember nothin befo
Just know the game ain't somethin you win, it's somethin you know(hey)
But if she oughta begin again, start in it go
Learn to shoot a pistol, flip it, or hard it grow
Now if ye aint never heard of pimp squad befo
Ye better ask a real nigga, or a broad 'il know
Cause ye aint ready for the pros to get it out of yo brain
Ye in over yo head and way out of ye lane
I'll be insane to say I'm filthy rich, I got it from kane
So we'll just say if niggas know they done got it the same, right

(Chorus)
Cuz you know who, and you know what, and you know where
Go against us, too unfair
Cuz everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
Now you know I aint no more, and now the tinfolk there
It's
You know who, you know what, you know where
Beefin', now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use a gap producers, he won't care
He'll fit you to rule the road, pimpin' he won't share, man

[Verse 2]
I know you think you out there gettin it in
But what you doin', I done done it once and did it again
And had choice between runnin wild and livin in sin
And he was sellin' down turn, not million and 10
Could give a damn if I never sell a million again
I gotta thank you a million just for lettin' me in
But now I'm settlin' in, gettin' used to the view
On top, won't stop, 'til I'm huger than you
Gone flop, who me, pimp loosin' ye screws
What kinda dope if you lettin' niggas shootin' at you
No ye ain't ready for the shit I'm introducin' to you
The roof in the back of the 'bach ain't as translucent as you
So now you nigga dressin' up, man do what you do
I got style, pimp, it's more than just a suit and the shoe
It's the proof, and I'm the truth, stamp government sealed
I'm what it is, these other niggas just southern with deals, for real

(Chorus)
Cuz you know who, and you know what, and you know where
Go against us, too unfair
Cuz everywhere you do a show, we got kinfolk there
Now you know I aint no more, and now the tinfolk there, it's
You know who, and you know what, and you know where
Beefin', now don't you go there
And if you do, don't use a gap producers, he won't care
He'll get you to rule the road, pimpin' he won't share, man

[Beat continues..]