Gangsta Boo - n***a Yeah Know lyrics

(Intro - Gangsta Boo) Yo, yo... What the f**'s goin' on With all you undercover-a** playa haters All motha-f**in' snitch My n***a T. Rock sh** What the f** y'all tryin' to do? Y'all tryin' to hold us down or somethin'? Ya know what I'm sayin', you n***as can't do that 'Cause we 'bout it baby Ya know what I'm sayin', it's all good We can see you, but you can't see us n***a Me and the Rockafella, T Rock baby ATL, Memphis, the whole motha-f**in' south And you know that n***a (T. Rock) Can I begin the story of a n***a Tryin' to make a million for eternity In the city of Atlanta Reapin', wreck an angel from a grandma But it ain't no way for me to make green 'Til my n***a T-Low introduced me To Mac and The Kaze Then no one could stop me All that juice to her, I swear? ? Prophet P and recruited me n***a I turned to Prophet Posse Not a gangsta, but a getter, intellect, nationwide Spittin' fury out my Range and ride Burnin' rappers like bacon fried Won't you tell me who'll stop a playa 50 rollin' nationwide Provin' high n***as that you anxious Replace his thang on busterous trains and camps Watch us from gauges, we snatchin' your soul And vote it Heaven or hell, you lames can vamp it And you's a n***a tryna spread a story 'Bout some sh** that didn't happen in my lifetime All you fakers and phonies are on the edge Like a superstar man walkin' tightlines Ever want a n***a on the white grind Nationwide n***as on the rise Sportin' a disguise, creep up on ya And it don't matter what?? Triple 6 k** like clan and T. Rock Rockafella stretch a million other papers Won't you realize A n***a finally came up in the game All you freaks who used to dis know what you can kiss Act like I don't know, you got to deal it straight Now you burnin' n***as down to a crisp And I don't risk 'cause I'm T. R-O-C-K Tryna reap pay, other tricks sleeze ways Runnin' hoochies with gold in their mouths And take all of their goods, and not leave with no leave-way (T. Rock) 1 - n***a yeah know n***a, yeah know We rollin' clean rides And we blowin' hella dope, n***a Repeat 1 (Gangsta Boo) Do a motha-f**in' S.O.S. Step on sight, what the f** you gonna do when you bleed? I'll be comin' with the Prophet Posse Know that Gangsta Boo I'm 'bout the baddest b**h that you ever seen How many times you wanna hold me down But like that named Puffy, b**h, I would not go All the other stupid sh** that you be kickin' When I'm pimpin', when you slip, run into my front door I be rollin' with them n***as that's out the projects You wanna bet ?W-L? dub your whole motha-f**in' chest Bet you bottom dolla, make you holla, wanna come and hit me It's money over b**hes, yeah I'm the type of b**h that be kickin' sh** The type of b**h that be takin' other b**hes' dick The type of b**h that be all about a paper chip The type of b**h that ride with the Triple 6 (T. Rock) Miss steady and the Rockafella crew can load clips With lyrical???? the whole slip Gangsta Boo got????? take and slap a trick down to the floor And give her swole lips (Gangsta Boo) It's all good, I think I got her to a 5 Got you finally realizin' you be hypnotized Me and my n***a T. Rock??? We smoked out straight to Atlanta, live Repeat 1 to fade