Nigga Couldn't Know Lyrics - I Got That Work - Big Tymers

Big Tymers, nigga 

(Big Tymers, nigga) 

I got that work, nigga 

(I got that work, nigga) 

Look, look, listen 

This is where them niggas die fast, sell bricks and buy bags 

They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash 

If you try to pass, take my advice, drive fast 

'Cuz, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast 

You wonder why the cops keep circlin', niggas murderin' 

I ain't never saw 'em before, tonight we twurkin' 'em 

Niggas wearin' masks like glasses 

Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics 

Pants to my knees 'cuz the glock make it slouch 

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I can't talk right now, I got three rocks in my mouth 

And, wodie, when we enter, niggas freeze up like it's winter 

And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner 

Seventeen representer, you don't like it, do somethin' 

And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin' 

And we like to dress in all black up in my residence 

Ain't got on no suits 'cuz we ain't tryin' to be presidents 

Nigga, we done moved more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

And more ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

And hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

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Nigga, we done moved more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

And more ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

And hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats 

Project bitches that tote gats 

Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back 

Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways 

While other niggas playin' ball, made a court in the driveway 

Things ain't the same where I use to play 

It's guns and broads, new cars 

Neighborhood superstars and hoes smokin' cigars 

Lil' ones sittin' on the car watchin' the bus hollerin' 

"Them people comin" when that blue car pull up 

I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners 

I got that work, got youngsters on all four corners 

You got the quarters, and you got them halves 

I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs 

Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick 

And if you don't know that, nigga, tax the bitch 

Nigga, we done moved more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

And more ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, wodie 

Nigga, we done moved more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

And more ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, wodie 

It's the return of the click-clackin', downtown pistol packin' 

Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era 

When killers use to wear mascara 

And run through the court causin' terror 

Random riot gunshots, government-issued glocks 

That's bakin' soda added with that odor, now you got clatch pots 

Niggas went from [unverified] to frozen cups 

To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts 

Shorty, I been on missions 

Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions 

Stickin' guns in bustas' backs 

Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs 

But that was back in the days 

See, niggas done changed they ways 

Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades 

Now it's a must that niggas bust back 

When they get cussed at or fussed at 

Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that 

Nigga, we done sold more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

More ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, lil' one 

Nigga, we done sold more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

More ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, lil' one 

Nigga, we done sold more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

More ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, lil' one 

Nigga, we done sold more coke 

Than a nigga could know 

More money, more cars 

Than a nigga could show 

More ice, cheap price 

Than a nigga could score 

We hit blocks with glocks 

Make 'em get on the floor 

For sure, lil' one 

What? 

Y'all got to understand, we got this shit on lock, wodie 

If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to 

I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's 

Whatever it take, lil' daddy and it don't matter 

If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines 

If you get caught up, you better believe it 

that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog 

We hustlin' for sure, fa, bling-blingin' without a doubt 

Like new cars, and pretty broads 

And neighborhood superstars 

Money, bitches, rags to riches