The Notorious B.I.G. - n***az Know lyrics

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The Notorious B.I.G. - n***az Know lyrics

These n***as know [Verse 1] Armed and dangerous, call the law Stick to the script, no audible Country a** n***a with an Audemars Can't spell the sh** but I order more French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle Get good head on the Autobahn Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God Five steps like Dru Hill Came home from the first tour, with Bad credit and a school bill Middle finger to the bursar Finally famous but Ain't too much really change with us Straight up weed, no angel dust Label us notorious, that was 9-7 Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin' You ain't know my sh** drop b**h? 9-11 Gettin' more hoes than that n***a John Legend Gettin' more hoes than that n***a John Legend n***a you should too, if you knew What this game would do to you Look at all the bullsh** I've been through Better me than you [Bridge] I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I ain't the same I ain't the same I ain't the same [Hook] Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n***as know Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n***as know [Verse 2] These n***as know, boo-ya n***a? Came through the door like who y'all n***as? Stole a n***a flow, I could sue y'all n***as Better yet put a hot one through y'all n***as Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all n***as but Don't let the college sh** fool y'all n***as Ain't the hardest n***a in the land But a grown a** man, and I will step to y'all n***as Like what's the problem? Ain't gettin' paper, n***a here's a loan My sh** long, need a hair salon Get it cut, shut the f** up And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone No cryin' a**, lyin' a** Can't afford a whip, but you buyin' a** This Fresh Prince n***a, I ain't Jazz f**ed yo b**h, n***a I ain't ask She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God) What the f** was I s'posed do? Deny that, rather try that,but I never fly that Keep hoes bi-coastal And they buy postals, ain't sh** for free Dick the only thing that they get from me Sit VIP, get a sip for free Later on she'll be sippin' me, literally Picture me at the tip-top With your b**h lip-locked on my dick when my sh** drop This B.I.G. n***a, this Pac Minus six shots, but it's still this hot Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch Hate to brag but backpacker that's hip hop Write my life and make sure that the script hot And pray the kids watch, if not These n***as know If not, these n***as know [Bridge] I must confess, I copped the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I ain't the same I ain't the same I ain't the same I must confess, I cut the chains I hit the club, I made it rain I hit the road, I made a name I came home, I ain't the same I ain't the same I ain't the same [Hook] Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n***as know Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n***as know

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