N****z Know

These **** know

Armed and dangerous, call the law

Stick to the script, no audible

Country ass **** with an Audemars

Can't spell the shit but I order more

French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle

Get good head on the Autobahn

Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore

Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God

Five steps like Dru Hill

Came home from the first tour

With bad credit and a school bill

Middle finger to the bursar

Finally famous but

Ain't too much really change with us

Straight up weed, no angel dust

Label us notorious, that was '97

Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'

You ain't know my shit drop bitch 9/11

Gettin' more hoes than the **** John Legend

Gettin' more hoes than the **** John Legend

**** you should too, if you knew

What this game would do to you

Look at all the bullshit I've been through

Better me than you

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came on home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same

I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these **** know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these **** know

These **** know, boo-ya ****

Came through the door like who y'all ****?

Stole a **** flow, I could sue y'all ****

Better yet, put a hot one through y'all ****

Now, let me stop frontin' for y'all **** but

Don't let the college shit fool y'all ****

Ain't the hardest **** in the land

But a grown ass man and I will step to y'all ****

Like what's the problem?

Ain't gettin' paper? **** here's a loan

My shit long, need a hair salon

Get it cut, shut the fuck up

And wipe your face with my money

Till your tears is gone

No cryin' ass, lyin' ass

Can't afford a whip but you buyin' ass

This Fresh Prince ****, I ain't Jazz

Fucked yo bitch, **** I ain't ask

She pitched it to me like Sosa

What the fuck was I s'posed to?

Deny that? Rather try that, but I never fly that

Keep hoes bi-costal

And they buy postals, ain't shit for free

Dick the only thing that they get from me

Sit VIP, get to sip for free

Later on she be sippin' me, literally

Picture me at the tip-top

With your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop

This B.I.G. ****, this PAC

Minus six shots, but it's still this hot

Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch

Hate to brag but back-packer, that's hip hop

Write my life and make sure that the script hot

And pray the kids watch, if not

These **** know

If not, these **** know

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came on home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same

No, I ain't the same

I must confess, I copped the chains

I hit the club, I made it rain

I hit the road, I made a name

I came on home, I ain't the same

I ain't the same

I ain't the same

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these **** know

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these **** know