Let It B Known feat Guce
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La la-la-la la-la, la-la, la-la
La la-la-la la-la, la-la, la-la
La la-la-la la-la, la-la, la-la
La la-la-la la-la, O-U-N 'cause I die
Yo, Obie, nigga, I heard your album went gold
But the white boy bought every copy you sold
Nigga, you need protection, label me a lethal weapon
Makin' niggas die, givin' my young hitters direction
Can you picture my specific plan
To be the man in this wicked land, general of this Taliban
M&Ms get shot, niggas wigs get rocked
And G-Unit niggas die by the random shots
Mess, a born leader, never leave the house without my heater
Bought me a drum, ask my Obie Trice nigga eater
Yeah, it's a skull on mine
Bullies with fullys, bitch, we pushin' a hard line
I'm filthy rich, Obie, ask Jimmy Iovine
When I drop, I make millions, yadadamean?
And stop askin' me what's goin' on with Yuk and Game
This ain't thesickness.net, we don't internet bang
You know my Cali Blood thuggin', Obie, I be Th'ems
I'm talkin' 'bout murders and M&Ms
Catch us on Crenshaw, M&Ms
Hoppin' out a Benz on some big-ass rims
Rockin' a big chain with some big-ass gems
With a throwback .38 inside my Timbs
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but it's after we gone
'Cause they fears in a physical form, I let it be known
These niggas cock-snap snatchers, bitin' the bait
Like Jason Voorhees, these niggas is worse than Master P
Mess, yeah, it's big cheese on that burger
'Cause it's anybody killin' when we murder, that's what's up
Pac gone, everybody killers, I ain't never heard of you niggas
In the Bay, punks get murked by the funny link niggas
Obie Trice, D12, we don't fuck with G-Unit
Nigga, we can all get into it, yeah
That's on my mama, I ain't playin' 'round with none of you fuckers
Pac gone, I ain't tryna do no songs with you suckers
A Bad Boy, bustin' like the Jamaicans, I can hear me
Big Bon can't save you at the radio station
From the block to the penitentiary, I'm on some hood shit
So a hood bitch can holla at me
I fly in your city and get on you like some bird shit
So holla at your boy, 50 ain't got them birds, bitch
I'm from a city of murder where niggas wings get clipped
It's big pimpin', holla all on a bitch
Yeah, you ain't no gangster bustin' heads for my people
Usin' informants for the Feds, what them be for?
Quick to hit a lick and run through you
Like Michael Vick with a MAC-12, send you straight to hell
Yeah, niggas get mop dropped and popped in beef
I'm S-C-A-R, so it's F-U-A-R
Bitch nigga
You know my Cali Blood thuggin', Obie, I be Th'ems
I'm talkin' 'bout murders and M&Ms
Catch us on Crenshaw, M&Ms
Hoppin' out a Benz on some big-ass rims
Rockin' a big chain with some big-ass gems
With a throwback .38 inside my Timbs
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but it's after we gone
'Cause they fears in a physical form, I let it be known
Mess, Obie Trice ain't no killer
Yeah, we some young niggas terrorizin' the city
Lootin' and shootin' the pistol all up in Frisco
I'm a gangster and a pimp, I never snitch or take the fifth, fucker
Search and seizures, felonies with hype motives like the Duke Boys
If they pull me over, in the face with the po'boy
745, I'm ridin' on blades
Woodgrain, purple for days, playin' with K's, bitch nigga
Clack gang, Obie, it's mob with me, pussy
Squeezin' this .50 Cal ain't a problem with me, pussy
Where was you at when Dre got his mouth ran in?
Before that G-Unit nigga from the South ran in?
Come on, Obie, you more of a bitch than a bitch
And your homie 50 more of a fed than a snitch
You say you niggas hard, but we harder, boy
My M wanna give you Sean Carters, boy
You know my Cali Blood thuggin', Obie, I be Th'ems
I'm talkin' 'bout murders and M&Ms
Catch us on Crenshaw, M&Ms
Hoppin' out a Benz on some big-ass rims
Rockin' a big chain with some big-ass gems
With a throwback .38 inside my Timbs
Niggas talk a lot of shit, but it's after we gone
'Cause they fears in a physical form, I let it be known