Ya Betta Know It

Ho, niggas got it fucked up for real
 Supa thug in my bandanna
 got my face covered
 watch me roll this quarter ounce blunt,
 and don't waste nothin'
 bitch i know you hate me
 but you wont say nothin'
 me and my AK huntin'
 since you wanna taste somethin'
 I don't pay for shit
 but i will take the hit
 pull the Benz out
 and pull the pin out
 and make 'em quit
 don't compare me to them coward niggas
 you been bitchin' with
 out there swimmin' in that water
 we gon' see how deep it gets
 we don't drive by
 we get out and walk by
 parties in the street
 yellow tape, white chalk lines
 cant afford to let em blow it
 right now i'm ready for it
 realist nigga in this rap shit
 bitch you better know it
 I just think you better know it
 you better know it (x8)
 26 inches
 A problem, i just bought me
 This should be ridiculous,
 niggas kill for this versache
 first i hit the lights
 hit the gas
 watch me open up my stash
 i reach in, get my strap
 yeah, then put on my mask
 got a face full of teardrops
 still you aint no goon
 niggas die right here on this block
 this ain't no cartoon
 put bulletholes all in ya gucci
 let you pick the spot
 on where to let a nigga
 shoot ya ass
 Chopper cut ya head
 hit his leg till it strike out
 let him think he made it
 then ya knock his whole life out
 Borrow money bitch
 go to jail, i'm gettin' right out
 stop and see my kids
 then i'm on the next flight out
 I just think you better know it
 you better know it (x17)