loon – you don’t know lyrics
yeah, see a lotta finger pointin’ goin’ on
a lot of judgment gettin’ p-ssed
n-gg-z don’t even know what the f-ck their talkin’ ’bout
i go by the name of loon
and i represent this bad boy sh-t
’til the motherf-ckin’ casket drop
d-mn right, uh, aiyo, aiyo
n-gg-z don’t know me, it’s time that i give you the first taste
in case n-gg-z suffer the worst case
harlem my birthplace, i used to run with n-gg-z that hurt mase
i started “harlem world” in the first place
n-gg-z was thirsty, jumped out the window
indoed the f-ck up, it cost they friends yo
’cause that’s how friends go
but n-gg-z tryna get they ends yo
forget about the n-gg- 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, n-gg- loon drop b-tches is losin’ it
keep the tool c-cked, n-gg-z is usin’ it
only if it’s a must, n-gg- front, put they d-ck in the dust
that’s what you get, f-ck with n-gg-z like us
loon that n-gg- that bust, even though you think that n-gg- just l-st
these chicks, after i hit, i put the b-tch on the bus
(oh, you don’t know who the f-ck i be?)
oh, it’s the l, double o, n, representin’ the nyc
(any n-gg- disrespect my g’s)
son a n-gg- get jacked, n-gg- get cr-pped, even dumped in the sea
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i know?)
when it come to the dough, n-gg- i’ma pro, when i step to them hoe’s
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i do?)
to a n-gg- 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 sh-t in my lap
the first n-gg- react, the first n-gg- act, n-gg- get clapped
i don’t get down with you n-gg-z like that
so all that yikkety yak, a n-gg- front, gun clickety clack
make it hard for you n-gg-z 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 sh-t to your lap
and make you sh-t 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, n-gg-z that creep
bust your sh-t with the heat
if i find out a n-gg- soft and he sweet
i’m knockin’ ’em off their feet
sn-tchin’ his b-tch and ridin’ off with his jeep
(oh, you don’t know who the f-ck i be?)
oh, it’s the l, double o, n, representin’ the nyc
(any n-gg- disrespect my g’s)
son a n-gg- get jacked, n-gg- get cr-pped, even dumped in the sea
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i know?)
when it come to the dough, n-gg- i’ma pro, when i step to them hoe’s
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i do?)
to a n-gg- like you thinkin’ your crew gon’ do somethin’ to loon
uh, yeah, aiyo you frontin’ like you seen stacks
deep down, you’s a clown and you don’t need to feed back
hey, yo, y’all n-gg-z need to ease back
now how you come with your guns and your ones
and your sons like you squeeze gats
n-gg-z don’t believe that, and them b-tches don’t believe that
that’s why you ride with your seat back
n-gg-z don’t like you, they probably put a bullet right through
ya motherf-ckin’ chest with they rifle, n-gg-z livin’ trifle
and last year ’round this time, we did it to a n-gg- 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 n-gg-z know, got a n-gg- eighteen that’ll knife you
split n-gg- -ss crack, picture we waitin’ on -ss cap
when you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat, tat
(oh, you don’t know who the f-ck i be?)
oh, it’s the l, double o, n, representin’ the nyc
(any n-gg- disrespect my g’s)
son a n-gg- get jacked, n-gg- get cr-pped, even dumped in the sea
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i know?)
when it come to the dough, n-gg- i’ma pro, when i step to them hoe’s
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i do?)
to a n-gg- like you thinkin’ your crew gon’ do somethin’ to loon
(oh, you don’t know who the f-ck i be?)
oh, it’s the l, double o, n, representin’ the nyc
(any n-gg- disrespect my g’s)
son a n-gg- get jacked, n-gg- get cr-pped, even dumped in the sea
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i know?)
when it come to the dough, n-gg- i’ma pro, when i step to them hoe’s
(oh, you don’t know what the f-ck i do?)
to a n-gg- like you thinkin’ your crew gon’ do somethin’ to loon
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