"'Songs I Know'" genre: East Coast
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	Things I've seen and done
	CD: Street Team   Label: Foul Flagrant Credits: A.Blount
	Lyrics Song title: Songs (that I know) Written and produced by: Anthony Blount Verse 1: This is hip-hop Um droppin em Six coupes um coppin um Poppin um Six speed blowin weed Out the top of them Cocked glocks um poppin em Outlaws like Pac and them Provocative and ain’t nobody stopping this Hot commodity Paper be lottery sh*t on ya hottest beats Spit at cha hottest freaks I’m from these fu*kin streets I survived it all Seen it all did it all Cook crack blew stacks Now I’m back fu*k ya’ll Eat a dick suck balls Get out my face Or get your face laced Razor blade buck fifty shank case Blood money paper chase Each state new coup new plates new house New gates 40 inches of grass with new lakes never fu*k wit them clown ni**az wit no cake keep ya eyes on these rap cats they fake when it’s time to do a bid who gonna sing to the jakes? What! Chorus: Songs that I know… Uh uh …uh uh….uh uh….uh uh…. (24x) Verse 2: I love girls But I hate bit*hes Suspicious after ya riches Conniving and vicious They lie when they wit ya Die to get wit cha Cry when they wit cha But hopefully you see the big picture After your figures So watch ya ni**az They’ll fu*k her quick A sick bi*ch, suck dick Prada sh*t, Gucci bags Outfits V-neck sweater That’s showing her t*ts Wait for the next ni**a to spit Out to get rich Looking for the next rapper wit hits Driving a six 20” inches with the glittery wrist watch when I spit strippers slash VIP slash prostitute slash hooker pay the cash and you can book her back shots full of liquor fifty dollars get cha di*k up 30 dollars lick ya nu*ts til ya di*k throw up mo money mo problems mo wasted cash slu*s, who*res and strippers giving up a**…what! Chorus Verse 3: I got my mind now I’m focused Fu*k it I’m solo Rolling dolo Fu*k a bunch of homos Everybody spit wit no promo A**holes I rip tracks From start to finish I spit it It’s splendid Beginning to endingI flow with the sickest I roll with the riches I used to cook that Coke in the kitchen But then I realized that rap was my interest My weakness was women Gucci wear and linen Iceburg sweats and denim Big body’s yo with tv’s in ‘em Weed smoke Baltimore blocks We had it locked with coke Row houses We had it flooded with dope And Rob started to smoke And then it put that pressure on my folks Prison time came around I seen a lot of em choke One month from riches To the bottom they broke As far as I know I moves down south Started to blow ATL …black Hollywood. I’m ready to go Plus the dro was cheaper Too many ho*s Chorus

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