We All Knew It (Square Room Heroes Down Under Remix)

歌詞

(*talking*) God damn it let's do it E, what ha-ha The motherfucking young Don, H-A-W-K Day one niggaz, ain't that right Sensei Corleone (Corleone) ha-ha, Screwed Up Click C.M.G. ha, if it's up to me it is (Lil' Keke) Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot I'm the big boss the young Don, however you want it And them six figgas with bitches, I done had that moment I get my crush on my rush on, I love this game Make your mouth taste like shit, when you mention my name Cause I'm adding and subtracting, looking over distractions Y'all struggling everyday mayn, we chilling and relaxing They asking for the best, so I'm letting 'em see the best In my Bentley top down, with a vest on my chest I'm smoking weed by the barrels, Iceberg apperals Niggaz know my songs, like they Christmas carols If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'll get burned Why the hell I ain't balling, cause it ain't your turn You can't see me can't be me, don't make me have to show ya Covered in ice, call me Rocky Balboa nigga (Hook - 2x) Down in H-Town, the realest gon stand out If it wasn't for the ice, the streets'd be hot Count six factors, crushing all you actors On the Southside, we ain't scared of no jackers (Mike D) Down in H-Town, chit-chatters get the gatling Baby you duck face, when this ccalicostart rattling Nigga you know me, gun-ho brick feeter Intercept your funds and ones, H-Town block bleeder Enter the do' on swoll, in a all black Range Rover Mobbing like a steam roller, with a cash bag on my shoulder Don't get caught in the clutch, without a pop in your drawas Be slipping and dipping, and find a chopper to your jaws H-Town's my home, and bar no jacker and his mama Load it up for the drama, 4-4's pause you like a camma Hell-a heat's a must, or get your damn wig touched Mess around and get crunched, or find your baby mama fucked We keep the streets congested, Mickey Mouse block prince Flooded in cloud dust, acting like the U.S. Mint Heaven sent niggaz, grave diggas for figgas And send shivers to you jiggas, unloading triggas cause uh we (Hook - 2x) (Big Pokey) I keep my game face on, when I'm punching the clock Trying to climb to the top man, it just don't stop Wanna dip in the pot, keep a whipping for spot Got a gator for a Houpe', so I don't flip it a lot Keep about a half a brick, distribute it out If niggaz don't pay back, then niggaz get shot On my block, we play chess with techs And if the price is right, we'll twist ya neck Cats get they wig cracked, for disrespect Plus a slug in your thigh, with a hole in your sweats I'm that nigga on your trail, when you rolling a Lac Bout two cars behind, on the 1100 stretch Running you down, catch up I'm gunning you down By this time next week, you'll be under the ground That's what you chumps get, for running in mine Fuck around and get one in your spine, I ain't lying (Hook - 2x) (H.A.W.K.) Crown the king, the champ has entered the ring Get under my wing, better duck when I swing First string, clicks please like a trained Marine Wolverine, scare niggaz like Halloween I'm underrated, easily agitated Aggravated, my mouthpiece contaminated Educated, vocabulary complicated And the lyrics that I spit, are sprinkled and saturated Most niggaz hate it, cause they ain't the chosen In H-Town, niggaz neck and wrist are frozen Ask your stolen, cause we the realest no doubt And the ice on my piece, it need to thaws out I brought the raw out, cause I ain't scared of no jackers And the heat that I pack, hit harder than linebackers Call the dispatcher, cause niggaz gon bleed If Ke' is Balboa, then I'm Apollo Creed nigga what (Hook - 2x)