Lord Finesse

Lord Finesse - You Know What I'm About lyrics

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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 player like me
 Yo  I'm smoother than the Isley Brothers
 When I'm on the scene I get feedback
 Brothers runnin up, wassup, where you be at?
 I be by myself just coolin
 Cause I don't have time to sweat what someone else is doin
 Cause their not equal to me
 I got places to go, money to make, people to see
 What'cha gonna do
 The man is comin through
 (You got it goin on)
 Hey yo, that ain't nothin new
 But my fame is stressin others
 So you always got some that always wanna test a brother
 But I'm wildin at home kid
 I'm straight makin papes, so tell me what ya problem is
 Ya talk about unity, but when I turn my back
 You talkin about what ya wanna do to me
 Yeah, you could keep riffin
 I ain't the one, I sent ya home with ya teeth missin
 So stop runnin at the mouth
 Straight up and down
 You, you know what I'm about

 Knockin brothers off
 Knockin brohters out (3X)
 Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X)

 [Lord Finesse]
 I'm out to get dough
 Makin brothers petro
 Some suckas don't like me
 But I could care less though
 Cause I'm a command y'all
 I'm smackin' brothers up like Puerto Ricans play handball
 But I ain't the funny type that joke around, huh
 I gotta get my money right
 And I got the right game
 I'm definetely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
 Cause I got strategy
 I'm rollin head cracks, trips
 And makin all the brothers mad at me
 They might as well give up
 The way I'm takin all the dough, this might as well be a stick up
 Cause it's a mans thing
 The way I got things sold
 Yo, they can't do a damn thing
 Tryin to gain props
 I ain't the one to see
 Ya clowns mess around and get played like a drum machine
 You gotta find a better way
 I'm pullin everything from your car to your resume
 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 play my foul
 I light your boys like ?tile?
 Hey yo, you know my style
 So just slow down, cause y'all can't throw down
 And y'all can't accept that a brothers makin dough now
 And I'm livin better, true
 I makin more noise than the loudest heavy metal group
 It's the cool man, brother with the smooth plan
 That's why I'm seeing more papers than a newstand
 So peep it, don't try to run and speak it
 Point blank that keep my way about 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 brother like me
 Yo I'm ringin bells
 No doubt, I got clout
 Ain't no future in frontin
 Yo, you know what I'm about

 Knockin brothers off
 Knockin brothers out (3X)
 Yo, you know what I'm about(repeat all 2X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Fat Beats

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Released in: 2003

Language: English

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