Da Hol 9 - I Know You Seen Us lyrics

[Hook: Kaos] I can make you rich up Of ya wildest dreams The hol' nina, choppin n***as Necks off like NU teams Now that he in this, he's the meanest s**in pro teena's on my penis Come on baby I know you seen us [Verse 1: Kemo] Pacin back and forth, lookin out my peephole And chasin to the porch, man where did that jeep go? Man where did my peeps go? 3, 4 n***as off in the bushes all in the mount to get my c-notes All of em out to get lil' Kemo But if they touch me, I'm comin back to get my sh** like reef-o Bully them hood cats like Deebo Spit darts, rip apart ya amphrum structure, when I touch ya Diamond clustas, Trey in custa Princess cut berries like treasures, so heads I had to severe n***a it's whateva whateva, the way you die I choose Channel 5 eye witness news, die when ya snooze At the bottom, of the river, I deliver below zero temperature Make ya shiver, make ya quiver, like a dope fiend Pro teena's comin up out my penis, fill up arenas Hang n***as like clothes straight out the cleaners Accumulatin felony misdemeanors, I know you seen us.... [Kemo - talking] That's how its goin down can you dig it? Ay Kaos, let these muthaf**as know where we Comin from derty [Hook] [Verse 2: Kemo] su*k DICK b*tch! I'm from that Hol' nina type like rings on swoll fingas Make Bond like James in Goldfinger Smokin that sh** that's so green-a Saint souls, no hoes like Soul singas Young n***as hella from the ghetto Playin n***as out like a cello, talkin ya b**h out of stilettos Neva let go of my hood dreams Constantly findin myself involved in these hood schemes Went from servin hood fiends (Ay derty that probably was a good thing) n***as with burnas don't concern ya, well I'ma make ya quick learners Takin that drama to a b**h Kerna Straight from pound then to a big sternum Greedy for green, that's why sh** turn us And you gon learn from being soft spoken We keep the law broken, I hear heart I bust yo jaw open And Kurt Warner support Oakland, eyes open Focus on you lil' tricks that fly them hoes in [Hook] [Verse 3: Kemo] I, pick up a pen and pad Pull up a chair and scribble sh** to make you n***as mad I fin'lly had it up to herre wit b**hes Problem is figurin which is, the right b**hes The b**h without three 6's Goin against my mother's best wishes Y'all n***as tryin to wash mine but ya sink is full of dirty dishes Knockin me down from tryin to get my riches You claim to be my homie yet you roll them ove-y oldie figures Brain like a 40 Clover as I pick it I'm comin up blank, when I think n***a in figures I didn't die man, but still I'm capsizin In the river, feel the water pressure swell up my liver Try not to swallow n***a, hah ain't nuttin but air in esophagus I do it to collide in my guts, to reach the top of the Mississippi, pack my Pabala, who wit me? n***as we went from them blocks back down to 50's Wearin jeans too big to fit me Soon as I think I'm too big for the city, they'll send them feds to come and get me I can make it simple right now, gun to my temple and "Pow" That'd be the end of me, but I don't wanna get my enemy's the satisfaction That's the only thing that keep me from blastin my spot up off the map and That's why I'm rappin, I tell ya if it wasn't for this sh** My own be moanin and sh**, cuz I'd be gone in a ditch Alone in this b**h, we'd quit the microphone in this b**h Soon as I hear my lic I'm gon be ownin this sh**....... [Talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos 3- Buck Bam Sham] 1- f** these n***as dogg 2- Ay ay hit the track man Cut the track off 1- f** these b**h a** n***as dogg I'm tellin you dogg! 2- It's all to the goody n***a 1- They can't f** wit us derty! 3- What n***a 2- n***as just don't know that's why It's Da Hol' 9 1- DA HOL' 9 ni**a! 3-Bi-atch! 2- NEXT TRACK DICK-FACE!