I’m Known lyrics

by

R. Kelly


[Verse 1]
Laid up with this skinny chick, Baileys with the Henny mix
My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
'96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
Street events, Feds on the sweep, but you see me tense?
Chill a lot, n*ggas wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
If I'm holdin', what kind of steel I got
False alarms, tattoos all across my arms
Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
Check that, taking this paper, you can bet that
No set backs, sh*ttin' on n*ggas without the Exlax
Ice showin', Polo sweats all white glowin'
Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth racks blowin'
Headline n*ggas, Fed time n*ggas, crime n*ggas
Street worth 9 figures
It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
Raw style, four fours to your door now
Doe chasin', in the race n*ggas slow pacin'
Temptation, send a b*tch to blow your face in
Plans rollin', handsome n*gga's hands golden
Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
Plead the Fifth, real n*ggas don't need to riff
Automatic sh*t, for fakin' that's what you faggots get

[Verse 2]
Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
10 is friends, the other 10'll probably turn me in
Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
Unknown traps, keep jail n*ggas goin' back
Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
Blind addiction, turn killer from a fine Christian
Streets ruined, from sneaky sh*t n*ggas keep doin'
Snakes, that's why I hand shake and keep movin'
World supremist, cook coke like a chemist
But it's finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
Thank God, almost bagged for a rape charge, in '86
That's what I get f*ckin' a crazy b*tch
Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, and bites
Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
Moorish ties, my words spreads across tribes
Who live? Made for the system up in your ride
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