What U Know - Ed O.G, Nottz

Ayo I kick the type of shit that bitches want to freak to

Niggas partying and getting geeked to

Fuck them niggas I don’t speak to

You on some sucker shit

Don’t worry 'bout who I’m down with or what label I’m fucking with

I’m on some other shit

Plus I had enough of roughing it

You haters see me on the bus and smile cause you loving it

You’d rather see me in the trash like Oscar

Cause you don’t wanna see the Edo G prosper

A lot of crabs trying to be lobsters

A lot of scary ass niggas trying to be mobsters

I’m too deep up in this music

Don’t ever plan to pull out son if you ain’t gon' use it

It only becomes a habit if you constantly abuse it

I refuse to lose it

Bruise bitches, backwoods and music

Edo G gon' prove it

Cause this is how the Berry do it

In this rap industry

M.I.A.

gon' run what

Now what you know about that?

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

What you know about that?

Yo what you know about that huh?

What you know about that?

Prepare for this invasion

This dark ass, frail ass cat

Weighing in at a buck fifty two with fo' five to split you (bllaow!)

Arma-geddon, meteors to hit you

Hit you with that shit that cats in Tokoyo can feel too

All you up and coming stars

Yo I’ma drill through

Plant my nuke and blow you

Hot shit to scorch you

And your squad I run through like kangaroo that hold up

It’s stuck, raise the roof like Luke do

My will sting you like peroxide on fresh wounds

The crooks about to blow this shit so nigga stay tuned

Teacher coming through so, motherfucker make room

Nottz be that shit to be haunting your bathroom

Edo G make the cat bloom and slap the groom

I rape the bride impregnate her so the shit won’t die

DMP

Dirtee staff, 8th wonder dunn

Head crack your wack shit and cop this fat shit for your son

Ayo I’m too ill

Leaving faggot niggas scared like Hicks to Dru Hill

From Walnut to Blue Hill I’m true till

My crew win

That line you walk is very thin

I reps the Berry till the very end

I’m up and hurrying

You start?

I’ma catch that ass like Terry Glenn

You on the outside looking in

I takes it back to the old days

You getting hit up on the streets cause you ain’t looking both ways

Today’s, so called rappers on stage is boring

But I stand up on my own like my dick up in the morning

Sick with the foaming but act stable

With the Nestle on the tables

Now every drug dealer wanna start a rap label

And run the same shit like cable

While I’m in like my naval

Ready willing and able to come and save you

This ain’t no Edo G debut

I’ll slay you

And take all your label pay you