I Wanna Know

[Intro: Raekwon] Real niggas in the house You already know Niggas sit down and play pool and shit Relax What niggas don't know inside the muthafucking Pool balls is nothing but blow We gettin' money nigga. You already know boy Toast off nigga lets go man c'mon [Verse 1: Raekwon] Raised off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern Black Reeboks all day, let's be it captain Posing in ostrich, woolrich Galoshes Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the boxes Wave game spiral, sneaker game rival Front on me, see twenty-four Caligos Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit Feds is listening, calicoes rang quick Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all So fuck the ass or something, yup pass it off Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's elastic Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black bits Might break a man, the heart that'll shake a man Smack the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam We the veterans, so many little niggas feather skin One corny dub, drown you in your letter kid Necks look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty pliers Take down the flyers nigga [Intermission: Raekwon] Yo, yo, you already know what is nigga This is not a game, this is not televised This some shit that happened on a train nigga Most powerful of them all nigga Don't make me snatch your heart out your champion shirt nigga [Verse 2: Doe B] Hey, I'm from the home of the cop killers Raised to be a rotten nigga Rob nigga, shot ninja You know I got that small in me "Real Deal" Holyfield, they not authentic Nah, these niggas half-baked crab cakes Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate While you little niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate I'm in my house shoes, making major boss moves Dead alone, make the wrong move it'll cost you Old cats want they corner back, you know how Moss do They trying to keep up with him You starve and eat dust nigga I'm starting to heat up nigga Then shout "what up nigga" What's for dinner? This is Chess not Checkers Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system Black Mamba in jungle possessed with venom D farmer and I stalk the rest is history [Verse 3: T.I.] We from a small house, dropping off an eight ball To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my escrow You walk up with your chest swoll, make it deflate Been getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot I shoot you from my shoe nigga My wife say it's a shame how I do niggas I say "you want me to starve them out" She say "nah boo, get'em" So that why I'm a handle all you niggas Like the bitch that you are Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit Or wherever, know that's not where you better be at Or else, tell your momma pick the casket herself Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first year He ain't suffer but he still a dead muthafucka Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka And I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka I said I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka With the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka [Outro: T.I.] They say Yo B Hustle Gang G.D.O.D Raekwon the chef T.I.P the King We cold to cold with this shit man East Coast, West Coast, Midwest Mid-Alantic, North East, Down South Patna I got the boy cold Come seem me Fatality