Willie The Kid - Let Em Know lyrics

Feat. La the Darkman, Lonnie Mack [Intro: La the Darkman (Willie the Kid)] Yeah n***a, gangsta sh**, you heard? CUB, AMG Emba**y, yeah, Willie the Kid, Lonnie Mack, LAD (Sing Sing) Motherf**er (I said um) [Willie the Kid] Willie the Kid so cold, n***as call me free arm Would I be on? Be eons beyond you weak pee-ons f**ing morons, you boring me Tell my little freak b**h to pour me, the dealership ??? me Pardon me, bullets out the cartridge hit your arteries Heavy artillery, my arsenal and armories I'ma be under palm trees when your head split Sing Sing the gang, running guns off of Craigs List Hope there's no confusion, my n***as bring the tools in Open wounds oozin, there's multiple contusions Clusion, moral of the story, don't be snoozin Kissin on the trophy, I don't understand loosin Who starvin? So much snow, we need toboggans Prices so low, ain't no need to bargain My joggin, harvesting hip plants and gardens I'm trying to move far where white folks are jogging Marksmen, sharp shooters, shoot the wings of a gnat Wish n***as shut the f** up, other then that I'm good, I'm grateful, these n***as distasteful Willie trap papers like staples, the hateful [Chorus X2: Willie the Kid] When there's drama, n***as know All you hearin is the sound of the semi (pah pah), better let em know Lay em down (pah pah) chopper get to choppin Lay em down (pah pah) better let em know [Willie the Kid] You n***as forever petty, you're never ready, I'm everything Through the midwest, I got n***as in every bing I own your Jackson Peakins, even ?Tarahoe? Count tech, PLR, with the air holes We air those, do a n***a bad, somethin terrible Yeah, I gotta laugh, you n***as is hysterical Imperial, Crown Prince Abdullah, big chain Remind you of a cooler, brain like a computer A shooter like Dick Cheney, movin like Zab Judah Mackin to the ladies, dick between their hooters Empty n***as pockets, split it between my shooters You b**h a** n***as need nail polish removers [La the Darkman] I'm brave like a Marine, cunning like a snake He ok, he good, but I'm great Out ?RA?, blowin purple like a grape I eat your food, then like your plate, it's LA [Chorus X2] [Lonnie Mack] I turtle a n***a, put your head in a shell Shell in your head, n***a, that's enough said Mr. Emba**y Cartel, AMG Mafia We lose n***as for real, n***a we'll Hoffa you Swimming with ???, flown from the ocean flow A n***a say he want it, he lying like Pinocchio Find a hand in a brown paper bag on your door step The hostage been talked to, be we ain't turned em ghost yet Make a foul call cuz you done barked at the wrong dog Marked dead, fool look like ketchup on a corn dog Chopper aimed high, tryin to decapitate a hater head n***as dressed up like a tall Mr. Potato Head [Chorus X2]