Loon

Loon - You Don'T Know lyrics

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Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin goin on

A lot of judgment bein passed

Niggaz don't even know what their fuckin talkin 'bout

I go by the name of Loon

And I represent this Bad Boy shit

'Til the motherfuckin casket drop

Damn right, uh, aiyyo, aiyyo





Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste

In case niggaz suffer the worst case

Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase

I started "Harlem World" in the first place

Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window

Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo

Cause that's how friends go

But niggaz tryna get they ends yo

Forget about the nigga that lent yo

Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla cause your ends low

But look at how far your friends go

Killer is doin it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin it

Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin it

Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust

That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us

Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust

These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus





(Oh you don't know who the fuck I be?)

Oh it's the L, double O, N, representin the NYC

(Any nigga disrespect my G's)

Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea

(Oh you don't know what the fuck I know?)

When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoes

(Oh you don't know what the fuck I do?)

To a nigga like you thinkin your crew gon' do somethin to Loon





I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat

Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack

Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back

Ride around with my shit in my lap

The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped

I don't get down with you niggaz like that

So all that yikkety-yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack

Make it hard for you niggaz that rap

Cause when you gotta pick up the slack

Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque

You ain't think my flow could pick up like that

The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin hit with a bat

One swing'll bring your shit to your lap

And make you shit in your slacks

Your body shape forever zip and your trapped

Let me tell you about the difference in rap

And the difference is street, niggaz that creep

Bust your shit with the heat

If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet

I'm knockin 'em off their feet

Snatchin his bitch and ridin off with his Jeep









Uh, yeah, aiyyo you frontin like you seen stacks

Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back

Hey yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back

Now how you come with your guns and your ones, and your sons like you squeeze gats

Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that

That's why you ride with your seat back

Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through

ya motherfuckin chest with they rifle, niggaz livin trifle

And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you

Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do

Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude

Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you

Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin on ass cap

When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat tat
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