U Know That - C.M.L.

I’m a big dog like a Great Dane

If you ain’t never caught a body blood, you can’t hang

Run a nigga over like a freight train

All we do is set trip and gang bang

I push a hard line on the opps

Niggas working with the cops

'Til I put him to a stop

Sent him to the docs

Skin that nigga like a fox

Nigga acting like he hot

'Til I put him in a box

Hit him in his back

He need a wheelchair nigga

They said they want me dead

But I’m still here nigga

It’s crunch time boy

I don’t fear no nigga

You hating on the mobb

You a weirdo nigga

Flexing and finessing

I’m just running up the chips

Scope 'em off the building with a .30−06

Ima murder you and everybody that you with

He beating up his woman 'cause she want to be my bitch

He hating on a player, presidential with the tint

Broke niggas mad at me 'cause they pockets full of lint

I done been everywhere niggas haven’t went

You be tricking with these bitches

You can’t even pay your rent

Keep it real with yourself

Ima squeeze 'til it melt

Leave your brains on a shelf

Ain’t no screaming for no help

These the cards I was dealt

This the pain that I felt

.40 cal under my belt

Strip a nigga for his wealth

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

Cross country pimping

I be everywhere the hoe at

You say you getting money nigga

You gon have to show that

Your nigga don’t like me

Bitch, I already know that

You running up a check

Little bitch you know you owe that

You left your money at your room

We gon have to go back

Half a million dollars in the back where the floor at

I’m pimping, I ain’t never sending bitches where it’s slow at

Street cred epic

Fully gon let us

Shoot him like a diabetic

He gon need a paramedic

Put him in a suit like he going to a wedding

Money in my hands

Talking shit like I’m betting

Rok on a track

Get you popped in the back

Got a Glock and a MAC

Shaking cops on a Jag

If I slide through your block

And you out, then you whacked

Leave you dead in your house, on your couch, on a flat

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat

I’m real and you know that

I’m everywhere the dough at

The Benz outside all black like Kodak

Big Bank Hank, cash money, I can show that

Broke ass niggas' pockets flatter than a doormat