DJ Whoo Kid - I Wanna Know lyrics

[Intro: Raekwon] Real n***as in the house You already know n***as sit down and play pool and sh** Relax What n***as don't know inside the muthaf**ing Pool balls is nothing but blow We gettin' money n***a. You already know boy Toast off n***a lets go man c'mon [Verse 1: Raekwon] Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain Posing in ostrich, woolrich Galoshes Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes Wave game spiral, sneaker game rival Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos Drug n***as I hang with, hold up let me change sh** Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick Thugs blow alcohol, white b**hes, tap'em all So f** the a** or something, yup pa** it off Icy in the a** mints, so much dough it's elastic f** with the Jews, Crews, and black bits Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam We the veterans, so many little n***as feather skin One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers Take down the flyers n***a [Intermission: Raekwon] Yo, yo, you already know what is n***a This is not a game, this is not televised This some sh** that happened on a train n***a Most powerful of them all n***a Don't make me snatch your heart out your champion shirt n***a [Verse 2: Doe B] Hey, I'm from the home of the cop k**ers Raised to be a rotten n***a Rob n***a, shot ninja You know I got that small in me "Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic Nah, these n***as half-baked crab cakes b**h is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake Show no pity, charging city n***as out-of-town rate While you little n***as sending wayne on an ounce plate I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves Dead alone, make the wrong move it'll cost you Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do They trying to keep up with him You starve and eat dust n***a I'm starting to heat up n***a Then shout "what up n***a" What's for dinner? This is Chess not Checkers Real finesse, a n***a trying to molest the system Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom D farmer and I stalk the rest is history [Verse 3: T.I.] We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot I shoot you from my shoe n***a My wife say it's a shame how I do n***as I say "you want me to starve them out" She say "nah boo, get'em" So that why I'm a handle all you n***as Like the b**h that you are Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that sh** While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this sh** We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this sh** Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthaf**a Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthaf**a And I'm still a Bankhead muthaf**a With the plum for the low, for the bread muthaf**a I said I'm still a Bankhead muthaf**a With the plum for the low, for the bread muthaf**a [Outro: T.I.] They say Yo B Hustle Gang G.D.O.D Raekwon the chef T.I.P the King We cold to cold with this sh** man East Coast, West Coast, Midwest Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South Patna I got the boy cold Come seem me Fatality