(feat. Jimmy D) [talking:] Labb Records, Ghetto Dreams Entertainment These niggaz don't know, Big H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D (y'all don't know, y'all don't know Y'all don't know, y'all don't know) [H.A.W.K.:] See y'all don't know, how we get do' Sell out and resco', then go get mo' We got drank we got dro, we got pills we got snow And to top it all off, we got hellified flow See y'all don't know, bout the Texas c.d.'s Or about the DVD's, man we all about cheese Big body V's, we got tricks up our sleeve While y'all catching Z's, man we counting up G's See the real can relate, cause they got they paper straight Only broke niggaz hate, cause they can't participate Hustlers move weight, at an astonishing rate In the 7-1-3, man we all about cake Y'all don't know, bout this independent game Eight bucks a pop, and we get it all mayn Y'all don't know, bout the money y'all missing And the money y'all missing, H.A.W.K. damn sho getting [Hook: x2] See y'all don't know, (y'all don't know) Whether rain sleet or snow, we get do' And whatever we got, gon go We on the grind seven days 24, y'all don't know [Jimmy D:] Nigga, y'all don't know (y'all don't know) I'm in the kitchen with the work in a figga fo', trying to make my figgas grow Watching out for espionage, and snake niggaz though Cause y'all motherfuckers is pigs, and real niggaz close In H-Town we do it big, see a nigga froze Tipping on 84's, gripping on a calicoe With some bubblicious smoke, in our optiomo And everytime the nextel chirp, a nigga gotta roll I don't care, if it's four a.m. I'm out the do' Gotta get that scrilla, cause I'm bout the do' Even if, the fucking police hot I'ma roll like I'm legal, cause you know we spot Switched up to moving c.d.'s, you know we hot Soundwaves top 20, everytime we drop You motherfuckers, take notes from a hustler Jimmy D, trying to turn the world to my customer [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:] Y'all don't know, bout the Cadillac grills And the hundred dollar bills, we spend on the wheels Y'all don't know, bout the trunk and the bang Bout the weed and the caine, or the price on them thangs Y'all don't know, bout the Lone Star State Or sipping on a eight, while you jam a Screw tape Y'all don't know, bout the S.U.C. L-A double B, H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D [Jimmy D:] Y'all don't know, about them Southside G's And 88's with 83's, behind tint puffing trees Y'all don't know, about them Northside killers When you see the bull horns, put your finger on the trigga Look y'all don't know, it's over Brook Northdale Dino Duke or Look and Dre, yeah them all playas Y'all don't know, bout Big H.A.W.K. and Jimbo We d-do damage, to your fucking instrumentals [Hook x2] Y'all don't know [x8]
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Copy to Clipboard: (feat. Jimmy D) [talking:] Labb Records, Ghetto Dreams Entertainment These niggaz don't know, Big H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D (y'all don't know, y'all don't know Y'all don't know, y'all don't know) [H.A.W.K.:] See y'all don't know, how we get do' Sell out and resco', then go get mo' We got drank we got dro, we got pills we got snow And to top it all off, we got hellified flow See y'all don't know, bout the Texas c.d.'s Or about the DVD's, man we all about cheese Big body V's, we got tricks up our sleeve While y'all catching Z's, man we counting up G's See the real can relate, cause they got they paper straight Only broke niggaz hate, cause they can't participate Hustlers move weight, at an astonishing rate In the 7-1-3, man we all about cake Y'all don't know, bout this independent game Eight bucks a pop, and we get it all mayn Y'all don't know, bout the money y'all missing And the money y'all missing, H.A.W.K. damn sho getting [Hook: x2] See y'all don't know, (y'all don't know) Whether rain sleet or snow, we get do' And whatever we got, gon go We on the grind seven days 24, y'all don't know [Jimmy D:] Nigga, y'all don't know (y'all don't know) I'm in the kitchen with the work in a figga fo', trying to make my figgas grow Watching out for espionage, and snake niggaz though Cause y'all motherfuckers is pigs, and real niggaz close In H-Town we do it big, see a nigga froze Tipping on 84's, gripping on a calicoe With some bubblicious smoke, in our optiomo And everytime the nextel chirp, a nigga gotta roll I don't care, if it's four a.m. I'm out the do' Gotta get that scrilla, cause I'm bout the do' Even if, the fucking police hot I'ma roll like I'm legal, cause you know we spot Switched up to moving c.d.'s, you know we hot Soundwaves top 20, everytime we drop You motherfuckers, take notes from a hustler Jimmy D, trying to turn the world to my customer [Hook x2] [H.A.W.K.:] Y'all don't know, bout the Cadillac grills And the hundred dollar bills, we spend on the wheels Y'all don't know, bout the trunk and the bang Bout the weed and the caine, or the price on them thangs Y'all don't know, bout the Lone Star State Or sipping on a eight, while you jam a Screw tape Y'all don't know, bout the S.U.C. L-A double B, H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D [Jimmy D:] Y'all don't know, about them Southside G's And 88's with 83's, behind tint puffing trees Y'all don't know, about them Northside killers When you see the bull horns, put your finger on the trigga Look y'all don't know, it's over Brook Northdale Dino Duke or Look and Dre, yeah them all playas Y'all don't know, bout Big H.A.W.K. and Jimbo We d-do damage, to your fucking instrumentals [Hook x2] Y'all don't know [x8]
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