[Dwnlzy] Where my skateboarding niggas at?
[Chorus: Dwnlzy] [2x]
I know you heard,
know you heard I know you niggas heard Know you heard,
know you heard I know you bitches heard I know you
all heard Know you heard, know you heard What what
what what what what what what!
Tell me you heard![N.O.R.E.] And I wasn't there, but if I was Yo,
yo, yo, yo pull that nigga over,
snatch the nigga out the Rover Dat dat dat,
gun shots all over There'd been a lot more gun shots
goin off then they was You see my stomach all round,
my dick all big So, tell 'em hoes to fix they wig And
my guns come mixed like Robin kids N.
O. fuck ya wife, snatch ya ice And my coke come white,
like Barkley wife Can't stand how,
these niggas be frontin Dumpin off 8 shots,
ain't hurtin nuttin And who gives a fuck bout,
who's spirits is better? Me and Swizz with another
one, hot forever As long as my shit is dope when I
put it together And you can call Violator,
for show that you whoof I like a Swizz beat,
shit already come with a hook, it go
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo,
aiyyo it's hope sittin, motherfuckers know me [N.O.R.E.] Everytime I drop an album,
niggas O.D. Though I send slugs at ya,
and ruin your day And I'ma straight sergeon,
I'll change ya face up Your like "man there's holes
in me, it won't go away" You'll have no ear,
when I lace ya shape up And if you even met me,
you just a lucky nigga Cause really N.O.,
I don't fuck with niggas And 9 times out of 10
they gon usually pop Niggas always talk about how much
jewels they got But nigga I talk guns,
that's usually hot Man, I be spittin like these niggas
is dead It's like herpes, it won't go away,
it stay hot Cause I'ma get my money,
these niggas is dead So what,
I be hype, I be ready to buc From the closet,
I keep my fuckin gear in the truck, it go [N.O.R.E.]
[Chorus]
Yo, yo, yo, got the Lap Truck,
tell them hoes to lap up Hit me on the 2-way,
my phone is tapped up I got the feds on me,
I'm supplying the coke But if ya hit me on the pager,
then use them codes And don't flash no money,
I act tight broke Matta fact,
don't even hit me, it's too much low Only been a hood
tour, no smoke to groove Cause man,
I'm in this game with somethin to prove No promotions,
lucky when we hit the news I was on a record label
that loved to loose Beef, it don't bother us,
we got God with us Rip some pieces of niggas,
we got 'Card with us Man, Swizz'd drop it,
I'm ready to do it Don't think a nigga nice,
these niggas is stupid Man,
signed a deal, rap'd sell And these niggas straight
gay, these niggas is squeel, it go
[Chorus]