Various Artists - Know About It lyrics

(JT Tha Bigga Figga talking) Yeah, yeah West Coast Bad Boyz part 3 n***a, part 3 n***a JT Tha Bigga Figga, Tha Gamblaz yeah Doing it for my n***a Master P one more gin, uh You better know about it, uh uh uh uh We don't talk, we don't talk, we don't talk, uh uh You better know about it, uh uh [JT Tha Bigga Figga] You better know about that 4-5-7 we make it happen Strangle industry n***as by they feet with verbal rapping I'm a California kingpin a west coast bad boy Chop it up in pyrex pots, cook the last four Weighing it out, keep my name out your mouth We came in your house, and all we want's them thangs in your couch We keep the privates confidential, face masked potential Laced with that infra sharp as number two pencils Linked like a two way pager my n***as major Play for the Lakers, the Sonics and the Portland Trailblazers Sitting at the stoplight, my dubs still spinning Candy coated cadillac rovers we still in em I'm an independent tycoon, living up in the mic room 64 tracks in intact, it make you bite you On a for reala got you going blood finnas Now we tearing down your project buildings like godzilla [Chorus: Tha Gamblaz] You better know about it, and how to go about it If it ain't real it's fake and we don't flow about it It's time for the truth so buckle up and grab a seat And get the facts from these real life VIP's You better know about it, and how to go about it If it ain't real it's fake and we don't flow about it Get ready the clock is ticking we can't waste time Here in California westcoast 4-1-5 [Telly Mac] Yo it's Telly Mac the general rapping for politics And them n***as that be hating get split with hollow tips Trying to come against collosso-click, b**h you could swallow dick We on some trench coat mafia sh** My boys equal to bricks just ask the dopeman Like b**hes on the mic I spit tight to slow jams I'm the ghetto spokesman, but ain't that Hova This Telly Mac about to snap and take the game over Eliminating you imitating cats, when I'm demonstrating acts Putting cracks in all 48 tracks I'm sickened to my scratch like bullets and straps I battle for contracts in combat Spit a bomb rap on contact, I'm bomb back and blow sh** Bring your whole click I take no sh**, I'm dump like four zips And plus I'm out the four chips Representing Frisco to get low west coast b**h [Chorus] [Commissiona] If you don't know about Tha Gamblaz, you don't know sh** We catch us now on top and still flaming the sh** We gone minus rule the world entire Battling with us is like losing your luck, your life expired We don't rest in the west we make moves We bad boys with plenty of noise and we voicing the truth You like the way we pop collars, establishing the empire Us some real riders, can't sh** divide us I'm on fire like when Kobe acting 3-point popping a J Before you speak n***a honor my name You get hit from the flock of the flame I'm rich like em copping caine from Filmore was born to ways The home of the sheisty, renegades hundreds and these You like the sh** we spit on part two but this is three I want the whole world to know about me, until I'm gone I'ma carry on for T-Bo, R.I.P. you better know [Chorus]