Introducing... Mr. I Ain't Know You Did That
And, Mr. Oh, That's My Favorite Shit
And Mr. Oh! Damn, I Wish That Was a Single
And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... Uh!
[Hook]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow
H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the killin' y'all from Chi-town
[Verse 1]
How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life?
But she still wanna pump the yay?
And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin
'Cause these canaries so yellow
When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep going
I got Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves
Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin'
How he get seven tvs in that ‘lac-‘lac?
3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back-back
While you in that hatchback
And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya dats back
And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga)
And that’s that
[Hook]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou
You go with 25 hundred, wow
I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single! Damn, nigga, wow!
[Verse 2]
Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star
Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mobsters
Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster”
Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit
Remember back in ’92, niggas used to catch wreck, shit
Remember that track I tracked for you bout three months ago?
Uh 0uh, that’s the one, now cut my check, bitch
And I ain't feeling that Lexus - more that clk
See me like "Damn! A cl, K?”
Yeah that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then
I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats, and then
[Hook]
I go to Jacob with 25 thou
You go with 25 hundred, wow
I got 11 plaques on my wall right now
You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow
H to the Izzo did three-thou spins in a week
You get a thou in a month, wow
Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down
Kanye to the killin' y'all from Chi-town
[Verse: Three]
Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater
Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever
You know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave ya
You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you
What's the first thing that popped in ya mind
While I was popping this rhyme?
You don't picture popping a nine?
See you paralyzed from the top of the spine...
[Intro] Introducing... Mr. I Ain't Know You Did That And, Mr. Oh, That's My Favorite Shit And Mr. Oh! Damn, I Wish That Was a Single And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... Uh! [Hook] I go to Jacob with 25 thou, you go with 25 hundred, wow I got 11 plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow H to the Izzo did 3 thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin' y'all from Chi-town [Verse 1] How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life? But she still wanna pump the yay? And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin 'Cause these canaries so yellow When y'all pull up whether to stop or keep going I got Gs, rock Rock n Roll tees wit no sleeves Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin' How he get seven tvs in that ‘lac-‘lac? 3 in the front, 2 in the back, 2 in that back-back While you in that hatchback And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya dats back And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga) And that’s that [Hook] I go to Jacob with 25 thou You go with 25 hundred, wow I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single! Damn, nigga, wow! [Verse 2] Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-town go-getting pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread man even says “You’re a monster” Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit Remember back in ’92, niggas used to catch wreck, shit Remember that track I tracked for you bout three months ago? Uh 0uh, that’s the one, now cut my check, bitch And I ain't feeling that Lexus - more that clk See me like "Damn! A cl, K?” Yeah that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats, and then [Hook] I go to Jacob with 25 thou You go with 25 hundred, wow I got 11 plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single damn nigga, wow H to the Izzo did three-thou spins in a week You get a thou in a month, wow Y'all niggas want credit but y'all need to slow down Kanye to the killin' y'all from Chi-town [Verse: Three] Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever You know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave ya You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you What's the first thing that popped in ya mind While I was popping this rhyme? You don't picture popping a nine? See you paralyzed from the top of the spine... Explain Request ×
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