You Know What I’m About (original Version) lyrics

[Big L]
When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow
I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a f*ck about 5-0
A hardcore, life, a chose to explore
Therefore, I live raw and went to war with the law
My only picture was a mugshot, slugs what thugs got
Pockets swelling hot from selling tops on the drug spot
G's were clocked, fat knots were in the socks
And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a Glock
sh*t was ran right for me and my man Mike
Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight
Cause we can put the guns down and go one round
With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown
I can adverse my style, cause I'm versatile
Quick to burst a child, i'm living worse than foul
I pack two tecs in case your crew flex
I wet up the set in a sec and yell "who's next?"
To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft
Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh
You'll get smashed like a deli snack
You're softer than jelly, jack
I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat
On 139th Street, Malcolm X Boulevard
It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card
I tell facts when the beat start
Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart
I f*ck ducks and they crews up
Make 'em give they jewels up
For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools up
I had beef with this n*gga named Randolph
Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed
A beatdown from Big L, that's what all pranksters get
Like Al Yankovic, I'm on some real gangster sh*t
I'm never f*cking with no handicapped or crippled b*tches
Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple 6's
Crimes I committed, I'm a villain, admit it
I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it
Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme about
f*ck what you heard, you know what I'm about
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, you know what I'm about (repeat 2x)

[Lord Finesse]
It's the man with the plush flow
Some n*ggas don't like me, but I don't give a f*ck, though
Cause I'm in command y'all
I'm smacking n*ggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball
I ain't the funny type
To joke around, I gotta get my motherf*cking money right
Cause I got the right game
Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game
I'm rolling numbers with no practice
I'm snatching up the dough like motherf*ckers owe taxes
Cause I got strategy
I'm rolling head crack trips and making all them brothers mad at me
Word, I'm taxing sh*t
I'm sh*tting on n*ggas like I just had a laxative
Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see
You clowns'll f*ck around and get played like a drum machine
You gotta find a better way
I'll pull your card, your file, sh*t, plus your resume
Cause I don't play, clown
I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frowned
I don't smile, don't try to pull my file
I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherf*cking style
So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down
Y'all can't accept that a n*gga's making dough now
And I'm living better, troop
And I'm making more noise than a f*cking heavy metal group
I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan
That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand
So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it
Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret
While n*ggas are packing steel, acting ill
I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills
How i'm living? everything is well
Cause a n*gga like me, well I'm ringing bells
Without doubt I got clout
Yo f*ck that sh*t, yo you know what I'm about
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, knocking n*ggas out
Knocking n*ggas off, you know what I'm about (repeat 2x)

[Big L]
Word, you definitely know what I'm about
Go get your steel and guard you grill, you b*tch-ass n*ggas
I ain't having it for '92, n*ggas, word 'em up