Timbaland - What You Know lyrics

[Verse 1 Johnny Jc] Flow Sick Mike Vick 2 Pits Fightin Tyson Homie you might get bit Temper like a bomb and you lit that wick That's like putting Casey Anthony in a room full of kids Door locked with a shotgun co*ked At the next mother f**er that's trying to call the cops Psycho? Nah i'm sociopathic Mom wrapped in plastic and shoved in a trash bin So Uh? HUH What the f** are you asking Did i k** anybody am i really that sick? No i got tired of getting my f**ing a** kicked So i tied the bully up and dripped him with acid Told y'all i had an alter ego He f**ing hates people this ba*tard's evil When he comes around it's like pins and needles Everybody's on edge like the purge was legal He don't sing for hoes so deceitful Bra** knuckles to ya face like i'm William Regal You rock a chain like Jibbs but where he at now? Probably in a crack house cuz rap didn't work out I don't like pop b**hes f** Pastele Paintin a** ho sit you motherf**ing a** down So f** you with a spike bat And i give two sh**s if you don't like that My whole crew crazy apes Gambino on the camera that's homicide on tape Reppin Jersey all day come protest your wake You came in the world but you left as a fake I dont like that sh** Make plates shift when i spit like this Third Eye b**h f** the rest I'ma make sure i'm the one you won't forget Mother f**er [Hook] [Verse 2 Rick The Raw] n***a Kamikaze on the waistline Spitting crack on the beat now that's dope lines Putting bodies in the ground like a phone lines k**'em all in 6 seconds put it on vine And I'm fine like a cute face nice a** Slim waist type a chick i might bag Daredevil so i'm Evil Kenevil Catch Zimmerman and poke'em with double needles His attorney didn't like it i'll round house kick em Dont be a motherf**ing Third Eye victim Tryna put my hood on [?] Kurt Cobain n***a that suicide Who am i man i'm nothing like these newer guys When you out with the face of a clown You king the of the city you ain't safe with the crown You bout to get smoked like an 8th or a pound Never liked the circus so i clap at the clown Wanna see how real i am? Put the beats on n***as like Will I Am n***as really want they a** kick Cuz we roll real deep like a mosh pit And we got sh** locked like bad pick Leave you stabbed in you n***as like Brad Pitt [End]