Issue No 130 If You Knew Lyrics
If You Knew by Issue No. 130
This is about real as it's gone get
Gotta feed the streets, they say they need some more shit
Gangbanging Bibby, yeah, I'm back on my old shit
Million needs nigga just because the flows sick
It's levels to this shit, that 40 dig graves like a shovel on my hip
I get the work on my kinect all on my dick
Haters come around wonder how I make it flip
Shit as simple as this, Bibby got nicks and they look like dimes
Why the fuck you think the fiends ain't hitting your line
Waste no time, it's show time, I'm gonna grind
I'm doing fine, these haters hate and I don't mind
Riding with the mack, curtains on the Ghost, I'm just hiding in the back
New street sweeper wipe your guys off the map
We the hottest out, y'all blind to the fact
Real nigga shit, I ain't lying in my raps
Bibby spit raw, have your mind full of crack
Niggas gonna hate, never mind them of that
You can't be the only one behind all of that
10 K for my new watch, riding around with my new Glock
White shawn on speed just press through and get you shot
100 grand for my new spot, y'all niggas got the strip hot
I'll fuck around and buy a new block
Call bro if you do rocks, I know some killers, when they see me they say what's up
Niggas on that tuff stuff
That'll get you fucked up, actually get you touched up
Money call him right now, shorty you done locked up
Gotta get my bucks up
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
See, I been thinking about giving up, niggas been switching up
They hating, they want beef but niggas ain't big enough
That's not what I rhyme for so I ain't got time for
Whenever I hit the stage all you hear is that encore
My money up, look at my chain, look at my car, look at my wrist
Look at my squad, you see them toys, look at our hips
Niggas looking like they want us to spark some shit
Until they found them boys slumped up in the yard and shit
I used to hustle hard for kicks and shit
Youngin' running around hitting licks and shit
Now I sit down with the plug and talk bricks and shit
I'm from the slums, man, how did I get to this
And it's 10 K for a show, nigga, and I'm straight from the go, nigga
Ask around, they know nigga, we come through, get low, nigga
I'm all about this dough, nigga, don't fuck around with no broke niggas
I don't think they was listening but I swear to God I told niggas
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
Gotta feed the streets, they say they need some more shit
Gangbanging Bibby, yeah, I'm back on my old shit
Million needs nigga just because the flows sick
It's levels to this shit, that 40 dig graves like a shovel on my hip
I get the work on my kinect all on my dick
Haters come around wonder how I make it flip
Shit as simple as this, Bibby got nicks and they look like dimes
Why the fuck you think the fiends ain't hitting your line
Waste no time, it's show time, I'm gonna grind
I'm doing fine, these haters hate and I don't mind
Riding with the mack, curtains on the Ghost, I'm just hiding in the back
New street sweeper wipe your guys off the map
We the hottest out, y'all blind to the fact
Real nigga shit, I ain't lying in my raps
Bibby spit raw, have your mind full of crack
Niggas gonna hate, never mind them of that
You can't be the only one behind all of that
10 K for my new watch, riding around with my new Glock
White shawn on speed just press through and get you shot
100 grand for my new spot, y'all niggas got the strip hot
I'll fuck around and buy a new block
Call bro if you do rocks, I know some killers, when they see me they say what's up
Niggas on that tuff stuff
That'll get you fucked up, actually get you touched up
Money call him right now, shorty you done locked up
Gotta get my bucks up
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
See, I been thinking about giving up, niggas been switching up
They hating, they want beef but niggas ain't big enough
That's not what I rhyme for so I ain't got time for
Whenever I hit the stage all you hear is that encore
My money up, look at my chain, look at my car, look at my wrist
Look at my squad, you see them toys, look at our hips
Niggas looking like they want us to spark some shit
Until they found them boys slumped up in the yard and shit
I used to hustle hard for kicks and shit
Youngin' running around hitting licks and shit
Now I sit down with the plug and talk bricks and shit
I'm from the slums, man, how did I get to this
And it's 10 K for a show, nigga, and I'm straight from the go, nigga
Ask around, they know nigga, we come through, get low, nigga
I'm all about this dough, nigga, don't fuck around with no broke niggas
I don't think they was listening but I swear to God I told niggas
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through
You should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you
Look at all the shit that I go through
Look at all the shit that I go through