Lyric I m Known
[Verse One]
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley s with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain t seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I m real or not, kill or not
If I m holdin t what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin , Polo sweats all whit glowin
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech s blowin
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It s a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin , in the race niggas slow pacin
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin , handsome nigga s hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don t need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin that s what you faggots get
[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that s worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10 d probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin back
Time tickin , young shorty mind flippin
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin
Snakes, that s why I hand shake & keep movin
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it s finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in 86
That s what I get fuckin a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley s with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain t seen me since
96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I m real or not, kill or not
If I m holdin t what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
No set backs, shittin on niggaz wit out the Exlax
Ice showin , Polo sweats all whit glowin
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech s blowin
Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
Street worth 9 figures
It s a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin , in the race niggas slow pacin
Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
Plans rollin , handsome nigga s hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don t need to riff
Automatic shit, for fakin that s what you faggots get
[Verse Two]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that s worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10 d probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin back
Time tickin , young shorty mind flippin
Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin
Snakes, that s why I hand shake & keep movin
World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
But it s finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in 86
That s what I get fuckin a crazy bitch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
