You Don't Know

Loon

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    [Intro - Loon - talking]
    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

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Chorus]
    (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

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    [Verse 2]
    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

    [Chorus]

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Chorus - 2X]

    Song details

    Composition: Loon and Scott Spencer Storch

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