Knowledge God

Plug, word

Yo, son, word, yo, you know what I'm saying?

You know we had the baddest mothafuckin' unit back in the days kid

No doubt, I know that, son, I know that, you know that

You know, I know that, yo, son

You know what I'm saying? I miss all my **** though, believe me!

No doubt, word up, you know what I'm saying? (And I don't never forget none of it)

Su, Tyrese, Size, you know what I'm saying

Eddie, motherfuckin', all them wild-ass ****, man

You know what I'm saying?

L, yo, man, shit is wild, you know what I'm saying God? Word up

Tyrese, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You know what I'm saying?

So you let my shit go at the count of three though, you know what I'm saying?

Powerful, word up. Yo, it's time, it's your time

Fake **** throw shit in they drinks

Club nights we snatch linx, politic, Africans, and Chinks

Wide World of Sport **** snort coke by the seconds

**** projects filled with fiends injecting morphine

The God seen more cream, and upstate

Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen

Chill pa, the God'll be a Star when you come home

Light bones, and let you rock my 3G stone

So, see cousin, yo I was working, cats I'm jerking

And uptown, these **** acting like they hurting

Keys 20 for a brick

Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why Papi got hit

Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June

By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room

Skied up, weed the fuck up, to top it off

Look beat up, with two crack fiends hugging your seed up

I took care of that, though, but don't worry 'bout it

I got your back though

Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Grasmere

Hit a store owner named Mike Lavogna

Italiano, slanted-eyed, banging a fat Milano

Selling coke right out the bottle

Sometime, a **** brought 9's, to test with mines

Crazy piece, buying keys in Greece

Was a rich ****, picture the **** without dope figures

Condo with his chick, rocking the gold vigor

Mafia flicks, tying up tricks was his main hobby

Teaching his seed, Wu-Tang karate

Mixing drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks

Night time rolling with snakes

Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank

Sixteen shots in his fish tank

And his pet piranha, he named him Marijuana

Smokin ganja, calling his weed pipe Sandra

Claiming New York was ancient Babylon

Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like heroine

I can't front though, truck loads of Indo

Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-ho

Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God

Why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God

Yo, why's my **** always yelling that broke shit?

Let's get money son, now you wanna smoke shit

Chill God, yo, the son don't chill Allah

What's today's mathematics, son? Knowledge God