03-Knowledge God
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Word yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
Unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of them
Word up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You know what I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
You know how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy 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
Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back though
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves
You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
Unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of them
Word up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You know what I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
You know how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
YouknowhatI'msayin?
Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy 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
Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back though
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yo why's my niggas always yellin 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 mathematic Son? knowledge God
Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz
Word up, show your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide like grease
Moves and slide like grease
Moves
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.05] Word yo, youknowhatI'msayin?
[00:12.06] You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
[00:16.00] Unit back in the days, kid!
[00:18.07] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
[00:21.03] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
[00:23.00] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
[00:24.07] And I'll never forget none of them
[00:25.05] Word up, word up
[00:27.02] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
[00:28.00] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
[00:31.05] You know what I'm sayin, LB?
[00:32.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[00:34.07] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
[00:36.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[00:37.06] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
[00:38.08] You know how we do, word up
[00:39.09] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
[00:41.07] YouknowhatI'msayin?
[00:42.00] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
[00:43.03] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
[00:47.01] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
[00:50.01] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
[00:52.08] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate
[00:55.00] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
[00:58.05] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
[01:01.05] Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone
[01:03.05] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
[01:06.05] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
[01:09.08] Keys twenty-four a brick
[01:10.02] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
[01:13.02] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
[01:16.03] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
[01:19.08] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
[01:22.03] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
[01:25.00] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
[01:28.02] I got your back though
[01:30.03] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[01:32.08] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[01:35.07] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[01:38.05] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[01:41.09] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
[01:44.03] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
[01:46.07] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
[01:49.06] Selling coke right out the bottle
[01:51.05] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
[01:56.05] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
[02:00.04] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
[02:02.00] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
[02:06.06] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
[02:07.07] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
[02:10.01] Night time rollin with spics
[02:12.08] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
[02:15.05] Sixteen shots in his fishtank
[02:17.01] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
[02:20.03] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
[02:23.01] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
[02:25.07] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
[02:28.09] I can't front though, truck loads of indo
[02:31.09] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
[02:34.70] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[02:36.53] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[02:39.94] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[02:41.99] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[02:44.65] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[02:47.34] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[02:49.81] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[02:52.80] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[03:06.93] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[03:08.98] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[03:11.26] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[03:14.92] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[03:26.01] Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz
[03:27.02] Word up, show your love
[03:29.09] Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
[03:31.07] Word up, London, Europe, Africa
[03:36.05] Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
[03:40.04] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
[03:47.01] About to make moves and slide like grease
[03:51.05] Moves and slide like grease
[03:53.00] Moves
[03:57.18]
[00:12.06] You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
[00:16.00] Unit back in the days, kid!
[00:18.07] No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know that
[00:21.03] You know that, you know what I'm sayin?
[00:23.00] I miss all my niggaz, though, believe me
[00:24.07] And I'll never forget none of them
[00:25.05] Word up, word up
[00:27.02] Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm sayin
[00:28.00] I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
[00:31.05] You know what I'm sayin, LB?
[00:32.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[00:34.07] Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
[00:36.01] Yeah yeah yeah yeah
[00:37.06] Word up, youknowhatI'msayin?
[00:38.08] You know how we do, word up
[00:39.09] So you let my shit go on the count of three, though
[00:41.07] YouknowhatI'msayin?
[00:42.00] Fake niggaz throw shit in they drinks
[00:43.03] Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
[00:47.01] While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
[00:50.01] Niggaz projects filled with fiends injectin
[00:52.08] Morphine, the God seen more cream, and upstate
[00:55.00] Cousin Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
[00:58.05] Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
[01:01.05] Light bones and let you rock my three-G stone
[01:03.05] So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm jerkin
[01:06.05] And uptown these niggaz actin like they hurtin
[01:09.08] Keys twenty-four a brick
[01:10.02] Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
[01:13.02] Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
[01:16.03] By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
[01:19.08] Skeyed up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
[01:22.03] Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
[01:25.00] I took care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
[01:28.02] I got your back though
[01:30.03] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[01:32.08] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[01:35.07] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[01:38.05] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[01:41.09] Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
[01:44.03] Hit a store owner named Mike Lavonia
[01:46.07] Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat Milano
[01:49.06] Selling coke right out the bottle
[01:51.05] Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with minds
[01:54.03] Crazy peace, buying keys in Greece
[01:56.05] Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
[02:00.04] Condo with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
[02:02.00] Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
[02:06.06] Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang karate
[02:07.07] Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
[02:10.01] Night time rollin with spics
[02:12.08] Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
[02:15.05] Sixteen shots in his fishtank
[02:17.01] And his pet piranha, he named him marijuana
[02:20.03] Smokin ganja, callin his weed paisandra
[02:23.01] Claimin New York was ancient Babylon
[02:25.07] Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
[02:28.09] I can't front though, truck loads of indo
[02:31.09] Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe
[02:34.70] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[02:36.53] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[02:39.94] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[02:41.99] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[02:44.65] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[02:47.34] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[02:49.81] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[02:52.80] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[03:06.93] Yo why's my niggas always yellin that broke shit
[03:08.98] Let's get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
[03:11.26] Chill God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
[03:14.92] What's today's mathematic Son? knowledge God
[03:26.01] Yeah uh-huh, uh-huh, Miami niggaz
[03:27.02] Word up, show your love
[03:29.09] Yeah y'all, yeah y'all, yeah
[03:31.07] Word up, London, Europe, Africa
[03:36.05] Word up, the fifty-two states, yeah
[03:40.04] Catch me later, word up, yeah, yeah
[03:47.01] About to make moves and slide like grease
[03:51.05] Moves and slide like grease
[03:53.00] Moves
[03:57.18]