Ayatollah - Do You Know lyrics

[Verse 1] I got out of the pen in the year 2000 (and then?) Hooked up with my man, DJ Mark Ronson (and then?) Started making records with him and this kid Ben (and then?) Met dead prez, stic.man and big M (and then?) Made a lil' demo, that joint was potent (and then?) The streets recognized I was better than most men (and then?) Alchemist laced me with not one joint but ten (and then?) Met my man Gotti (who Irv?) no, Jonathan (and then?) Made a little label we called The Nation (and then?) Decided we better off independent (and then?) Came out with that Kay Slay joint and it went And I was really just giving n***as a hint (and then?) Met Sha Money XL and 50 Cent (and then?) Them n***as said, "Work hard"—I knew what that meant (and then?) Went back to the lab and now it's evident (and now) n***as know Saigon flow is heaven sent [Hook] Do you know that you ain't got a style like I do? (Nah, n***a, not you) Do you know that you can't walk a mile in my shoe? (This is real gangsta sh**) Do you know that you ain't got a style like I do? (Who you?) Do you know that you can't walk a mile in my shoe? (Gangsta sh**) [Verse 2] I ain't the number one stunner But best believe I be amongst some gun runners Test me if you wanna I ain't gon' front, you impress me with your Hummer But son f**ing yo' b**h impressed me even min-ore Min I mean more, you don't want a win-ar ‘Cause you'll be deader than a nob on the din-or Made my own language, now I'mma stop I quit f**ing with wa*kstas, now I'mma drop Ayatollah laced the beat like, "Whoa, that boy bad" What you thought, 'The Life' was all he had? This a taste of the new sh** to make 'em lose it You ain't gotta stand in front of the speaker to face the music I was a thug before it was a gimmick to be I feel like all you rap n***as is mimicking me I'm sick and tired of saying this damn sh** But I'mma say it one mo' 'gin so yo' men understand it [Hook] [Verse 3] What you know about guns in the glove compartment? What about the thugs that love to start sh**? What about the ones that hug the park bench? Slugs flying out of a car with dark tint Look, I don't know what you know but I know ‘cause I go Back like Kareem Abdul Jabbar's goggle Back like a CXR throttle and y'all know my motto Where ever I go I got the roscoe When I blow the cannon at your cabbage Then slide off with my b**h like Macho Man Randy Savage (oh yeah!) Rap about love and your mama will pick it up Could rap about the government, Osama will big it up Rappers can't see me ‘cause they minds ain't big enough They need to f** raw ‘cause they rhymes ain't sick enough You h*mos**ual thug, gay k**er n***as like you cross over like Andre Miller n***a [Hook]