Various Artists - You Know What I'm About lyrics

Check it out, for those that know me Ya wonder why I always play low key I know I got people and fans that like me But all the noise and attention don't excite me So I just lounge and play the D.L In the crib with just me and a female I'm still slick besides the others Cause a n***a like me, yo, I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers When I'm on the scene I get feedback Brothers runnin up (Wa**up, where you be at?) I be by myself just coolin Cause I don't have no time to sweat what someone else is doin' Cause they're not equal to me I got places to go, money to make, and people to see Whatcha gonna do? The man is comin through (You a bad mother f**er) Ey yo, that ain't nothin new Now I'm makin' higher figures You got dumb mother f**ers who always wanna try a n***a But I'm wildin at Harlem, kid I'm straight makin papes, so what the mother f**in problem is? Ya talk about unity. When I turn my back You talkin bout what ya wanna do to me But y'all can keep riffin I'ma send ya home with ya mother f**in teeth missin So stop runnin at the mouth Straight up and down, yo you know what I'm about [Chorus] Knockin n***as off Knockin n***as out Knockin n***as off Knockin n***as out You know what I'm about It's the man with the rough flow Some n***as don't like me, but I don't give a f** though Cause I'm a command y'all I'm smackin' n***as up like Puerto Ricans play handball I ain't the funny type That joke around, I gotta get my mother f**in money right And I got the right game I'm definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game I'm rollin' numbers with no practice I'm snatchin' up the money like mother f**ers owe taxes And I got strategy I'm rollin head cracks, trips, and makin all the brothers mad at me And I'm taxin' sh** I'm sh**tin' on n***as like I just had a laxative Tryin' to gain props, I ain't the one to see You clowns'll f** around and get played like a drum machine You gotta find a better way I pull your cards, your file, sh**, plus your résumé Cause I don't play clown I'm tryin to get mine, that's why my face stay frown I don't smile or try to pull my file I lay your a** like towel, you know my mother f**in style So just slow down, cause y'all can't throw down And y'all can't accept that a brother's makin dough now And I'm livin better, true Cause I makin more noise than a f**in' heavy metal group It's the cool man, brother with the smooth plan And I'm seeing more papers than a newstand So peep it, don't try to run around and speak it Point blank that keep my whereabouts secret While brothers is packin still, actin ill I'm on the D.L., with a female, and I'm stackin bills (How ya livin?) Yeah I'm livin swell Cause a n***a like me, yo I'm ringin bells Without doubt, I got clout Yo, f** that sh**, you know what I'm about [Chorus]