L.B.A. - Think They Know Me lyrics

[Intro: Kanye West sample from "Forever") You would think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You would think these n***as know me when they really doesn't [Hook: Kanye West sample (8x)] You would think these n***as know me (2x) You would think these n***as know me when they really doesn't [Z-Mane Talking through Hook] Ok, now see.... I been in the game for awhile Throughout the years, I done realized n***as always actin' like they know you, when you comin' up But they don't really know you, mane; They just know that you're a rapper So that's why me and my n***a, Lite Brite, decided to come up in here And let them n***as know how we feel, so I'm a let him talk to y'all n***as first L.B.A., go ahead and talk to them, mane! [Verse 1: L.B.A.] Ok, you would think these dudes know me, but they really don't I'm a make all these little haters phone home Just like E.T., I be livin' in the stars Man, that's exactly why I be k**in' all these bars I don't drive no foreign cars, but I'm still gettin' major pay Maybe that's exactly why your girl gives me too much play Man, let's check your resume and see who's the best The critics call me Superman with an S on my chest Now I may not be the best, but I'm new to the team Royalty Gang, we just so prestine We just rhyming without trying All these little rappers sayin' they feel like dying While y'all crying, we just grinding Scarin' them so much that they just start..hiding It's L.B.A., Z-Mane, & T-Rone And just to let you know, we the new heirs to the throne Yeah! [Hook] [Z-Mane Talking] That's just how it is out here, mane Lite Brite, my n***a, I feel you We wouldn't be saying this if it wasn't true, my dude We just being real with you These n***as act like they know..... But they don't know nothin', mane [Verse 2: Z-Mane] These n***as act but they just don't know, say they got swag, but it don't show I'm all about my business, bro, have these n***as runnin' like fitness, bro They ain't with this, yo, y'all must got memory lost, cause y'all actin' like you don't know me I got a lot of haters and I got a few homies, some of y'all real but most of y'all phony Rollin', catch me rollin' in somethin' lookin' like it's stolen n***a, I got two strikes, but it's lookin' like I'm just bowlin' Oh, man, here come another hater, tell that little n***a I don't appreciate him Coming through with the crew, reppin' blue 'til I'm through, yeah, you already know what it do I stay true to the game like Noremac, true to the game like Kobe or Shaq Catch me in the back of the 'Lac with a fine girl, turned her boyfriend into a doormat Get stepped on, don't wanna be here, then get gone, they got amnesia If you hungry, I will feed you, if you scared, go to church, talk to your preacher They don't know me? Well, they better learn soon Fight fire with fire, I'll get Phillip Flame to burn you All these n***as claim they was down with the old me, but they really wasn't Man, you would think these n***as know me when they really doesn't [Hook] [Z-Mane Talking] That's on the real, bro I mean, n***as must got amnesia Guess I gotta remind them Yeah...you know what? I wasn't gonna give y'all this last verse... But you know what? [Verse 3: Z-Mane] Think you know me, n***a, but I don't know you, tryna be my partner, but I don't want to Man, you think the dude making the rules and actin' like you're cool, n***a, I don't even trust you I ain't got time for no drama, mane, you can save that stuff for yo mama, mane Put the pen to the pad, make a lot of cash, then I'll send my family out to the Bahamas, mane You would think I ran the world like Obama, oh yes I can Wake up in the morning, count my dough, then I thank the Man that created me and the ground that I stand On, on, turn the lights on, shoutout to them G.O.O.D. Music fellas Hit them n***as with the element of surprise like 2Pac at Coachella R.I.P. to my n***a J. Dilla, R.I.P. to my n***a Pimp C What up to my n***a Bun? Man, I swear these lames just tryna act like they know me I'm about my money and my paper and my dough, if you tryna hate, then you n***as can hit the door Swing on me and I'm a have you layin' on the floor cryin' for your mama sayin' "I don't want no more!" 2010 was the Z-Files, 2011 was No Turnin' Back 2012, dropped the Z-Mixes, now 2013, I'm comin' back Y'all already know what it is, mane, actin' like you doesn't Man, you would think these n***as know me when they really doesn't [Hook] [Z-Mane Talking] I mean, that's basically all we had to say My n***a Lite Brite came in, destroyed it first Then I came in second, I dropped the last verse After that, there's nothing to say R.G.O.D., T double B, R.G.T.C.B And we taking over