Big Tymers - A n***a Couldn't Know lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] This is where them n***as die fast, sell bricks and buy bags They dodge cla** to hit the block and go find cash If you try to pa**, take my advice: drive fast Cause, my man, ain't no escaping when shots blast You wonder why the cops keep circling, n***as murdering I ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em n***as wearin' masks like gla**es n***as got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok cla**ics Pants to my knees cause the Glock make it slouch I can't talk right now, I got three rocks in my mouth And, wodie, when we enter n***as freeze up like it's winter And if a n***a whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner Seventeen representer you don't like it, do somethin' And I'll bet you'll see a n***a outside 'bout two-somethin' And we like to dress in all black up in my residence Ain't got on no suits cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents [Hook x2: Lil' Wayne & Birdman] n***a, we done moved more coke, than a n***a could know More money, more cars, than a n***a could show And more ice cheap price, than a n***a could score And hit blocks with Glocks, make 'em get on the floor [Verse 2: Birdman] n***a waking up to alley cats and rats Project b**hes that tote gats n***as kicking the dope, but the crack done smack back Lil' n***as runnin' through the hallways While other n***as playin' ball made a court in the driveway Things ain't the same where I use to play It's guns and broads New cars, neighborhood superstars, and hoes smoking cigars Lil' ones sitting on the car Watchin' the bus hollering "Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners I got that work got youngsters on all four corners You got the quarters, and you got them halves I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick And if you don't know that, n***a, tax the b**h [Hook x2] [Mannie Fresh] It's the return of the click-clackin' downtown pistol packin' Y'all remember me from back in The '89 era when k**ers use to wear mascara And run through the court causin' terror Random riot gunshots, government-issued Glocks That's bakin' soda added with that odor now you got clatch pots n***as went from (?) to frozen cups To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts Shorty, I been on missions Jackin' n***as for Balley competitions Stickin' guns in bustas' backs Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs But that was back in the days See, n***as done changed they ways Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades Now it's a must that n***as bust back when they get cussed at Or fussed at Nine-millimeters, Glocks, pumps, riot guns, n***as can trust that [Hook x4] [Outro: Birdman] Y'all got to understand We got this sh** on lock, wodie If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to I understand n***as kickin' in doors for 20-inch momo's Whatever it take, lil' daddy And it don't matter If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines If you get caught up, you better believe it That that iron gon' get your mind right, dog We hustlin' for sure, fa Bling-blingin' without a doubt Like new cars, and pretty broads And neighborhood superstars Money b**hes Rags to riches