You Know What I'm About (original Version) Lyrics - Lord Finesse

[Big L] 

When I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow 

I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about five-oh 

A hardcore, life, a chose to tecs therefore 

I live raw and went to war with the law 

My only picture was a mugshot, slugs for thugs got plot 

Hot and swell for selling hops on the drug spot 

G's were clocked, fat knots were in the sock 

And cops who tried to stop shop got knocked when I popped a glock 

She was ran right for me and my man Mike 

Cause I choose to use a gun don't mean that I can't fight 

Cause we can put the guns down and go one round 

With the hands my man, I ain't the one to get done, clown 

I can adverse my style, cause I'm versatile 

Quick to burst a child, I'm living worse than foul 

I pack two tecs in case your crew flex 

I wet up the set in a second and yell "Who's next?" 

To feel the wrath of a psychopath, shoots it up like Shaft 

Turn your staff into a bloodbath then laugh 

You'll get smashed like a deli snack, you're softer than Jel & Jack 

I attack in black with a gat and a skully hat 

On 139 street, Malcom X Boulevard 

It's full of hard brothers that's thick and quick to pull a card 

I tell effects when a beef start 

Listen here sweetheart, the Big L is street smart 

I fucked up send they crews up, make 'em get a juice up 

For those who refuse, I squeeze the uz and light them fools up 

I had beef with this nigga named Randolph 

Now he's in a casket, dressed up with his hands crossed 

A beatdown from L, that's what all pranksters get 

Like I'll gank a vic, I'm on some real gangster shit 

I'm never fucking with no handicapped or cripple bitches 

Look at my style real close and you'll see triple 6's 

Crimes I committed, I'm a villian, admit it 

I'm the type to murder you and tell your moms I'm the kid who did it 

Peace and love is something that I don't rhyme about 

Fuck what you heard, you know what I'm about 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x) 

[Lord Finesse] 

It's the man with the plush flow 

Some niggas don't like me, but I don't give a fuck, though 

Cause I'm in command y'all 

I'm smacking niggas up like Puerto Ricans play handball 

I ain't the funny type 

To joke around, I gotta get my motherfucking money right 

Cause I got the right game 

Definitely the wrong man to invite to a dice game 

I'm rolling numbers with no practice 

I'm snatching up dough like the motherfuckers owe taxes 

Cause I got strategy 

I'm rolling headcrack trips and making all the brothers mad at me 

Word, I'm taxing shit 

I'm shitting on niggas like I just had a laxitive 

Trying to earn props? I ain't the one to see 

You clowns'll fuck around and get played like the drum machine 

You gotta find a better way 

I'll pull your card, your file, shit, plus your resume 

Cause I don't play, clown 

I gotta get mine, that's why my face stay frown 

I don't smile, don't try to pull my file 

I lay your ass like towel, you know my motherfucking style 

So just slow down cause y'all can't throw down 

Y'all can't accept that a nigga's making dough now 

And I'm living better, troop 

And I'm making more noise than a fucking heavy metal group 

I'm a cool man, a brother with a smooth plan 

That's why I'm seeing more papers than a news stand 

So peep it, don't try to run around or speak it 

Point blank, I keep my whereabouts secret 

While niggas are packing steel, acting ill 

I'm on the DL with a female and I'm stacking bills 

How I'm living? Everything is well 

Cause a nigga like me, well I'm ringing bells 

Without doubt I got clout 

Yo fuck that shit, yo you know what I'm about 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, knocking niggas out 

Knocking niggas off, you know what I'm about (Repeat 2x)