Trae Tha Truth - All That I Know lyrics

[Hook] (8X) It's all that I know [Verse 1: Mystikal] sh**, what I do? The b**hes shuffle to the front when I come Clap your hand & stomp your foot to the rhyme cougar Roll the die hit the blunt Listen to the rhythm of the rapper, a** whooper I click-clack like a gat, spitter Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her Don't f** with my greens or You don't want the Hulk to get mad n***a?! n***a, n***a, with a motherf**ing man right here n***a n***a put his foot in your sh**, or Make a n***a slap in your a**, kisser Let that n***a do the little song Write it to the music, feel it work it Soon as Trae e-mail me the beat I'mma take it to the booth and I'mma k** it, murk it Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it Tell them n***as that I'm back on the block And I got them k**er verses Tell 'em to sell 'em the one for ten I'd let them go, two for five Either way, I'mma get that ten Or you want none of these rhymes Long as I murder these shows and hurdle these hoes Shorty don't go and I don't have to be working that lows I rock j**elry that glows with a rap name, twenty years old sh**, what else can I say? f**, that's all that I know! [Hook] [Verse 2: Trae] I am the street king, took a minute to lock sh** My image is a gun play, you ain't gon' block sh** Overdose in my hand, tell 'em I can't feel 'em Diamonds all over my fingers, that be on Ciroc sh** I been livin' all player, ever since sh** off Haters on my dick, like women, they'd better get off You can find me in the gutter, scared of heights Sitting on a couple of mil, money tall I'm trying to get off Clique like brothers, tell 'em to give 'em the blues Recievin' the call of competition I won't lose I'm a fool, when I lace these shoes with these tools Leavin' n******gs abused, of something off in the crew Speakin' of crews, tell me what's on that new Used to kick it one thing, now hoes come in the two's When I'm finna black murder, should have been on the news Shoot 'em in they face, and leave 'em with no clues Go up to the boulevard walkin' in all gla** Tell the bank-teller person I'll count it in all cash Everybody be talkin' but I'mma pull up and show 'em somethin' And go to wreckin' sh** like I been in a bad crash In the hood, I'm access for real Ask Eazy, he'll tell you that I was Trill Million dollar mouthpiece, one hell of a grill I thug Universal, don't sweat it I got a deal Anybody wanna' run up I'll tell 'em I'm in this b**h If a hater got a problem I'm probably up in his b**h You all want truth, you gon' find him up in a ditch I'll bang his a** up like tracks when I'm makin' hits You can tell 'em I'm sick, rare form of cancer I am the truth, I guarantee you the answer Anybody who lookin' tell 'em to look no more If I don't get the proper respect, I'm kickin' they door [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I be in the corner with the b**hes Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes All the haters be super suspicious As to why they sniffin' I make super digits Makin' beautiful music and then a bita' Aphrodisiac to get b**hes to swoon But I catch 'em quick with these incredible tunes Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, I'll be laughin' at these busters Think they smashin' and we s**ers But we blastin' at these f**ers Trippin' over colours you n***as you gotta love us No matter the set I'mma get up and rip 'em into pieces He's beneath me and needs to be treated Like a fleet with a beast and believe he's heated Because of my talent they mad And I'm never gonna challenge their a** Cause my balance for nada pay cash You s**ers down there but my wallet's ain't bad Motherf**er like Sam-U-el L You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell Your b**hes love to hear this animal yell Try to beat me, understand you will fail In control of all of my dough Now it's off to the mall I go You the money really tall I show If you really wanna brawl I know That you n***as gonna fall to my toes I be k**in' all of y'all when I blow Cause a n***a comin' raw when I flow is all that I know [Hook]