All That I Know

[Chorus: Brian Angel]

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

[Verse 1: Mystikal]

Shit, what I do?

The bitches 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, ass whooper

I click-clack like a gat, spitter

Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her

Don't fuck with my greens or

You don't want the Hulk to get mad nigga?!

Nigga, nigga, with a motherfucking man right here

Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or

Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser

Let that nigga 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 kill it, murk it

Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it

Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block

And I got them killer 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 don't get 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 jewelry that glows with a rap name, twenty years old

Shit, what else can I say? Fuck, that's all that I know!

[Chorus: Brian Angel]

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]

I am the street king, took a minute to lock shit

Money, bitches and gunplay, you ain't gon' block shit

Overdose in my hand, tell 'em I can't feel 'em

Diamonds all over my fingers, that'd be on Cîroc shit

I been livin' all player, ever since shit off

Haters on all my dick like women, they'd better get off

You can find me in the gutter, scared of heights

Sitting on a couple of mill, money tall I'm tryna get off

Clique like brothers, tell 'em to give 'em the blues

They recievin' the call of competition I won't lose

I'm a fool, when I lace these shoes with these tools

Leavin' niggas abused of something off in the crew

Speakin' of [?] crews, tell niggas ain't nothin' new

Used to kick it one thing, now hoes come in the two's

Run upon 'em like murder, should've been on the news

I shoot 'em in they face, they leave with no clues

All the way to the boulevard walkin' in all glass

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' shit like I been in a bad crash

In the hood, I'm access for real

Ask [?], 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 bitch

If a hater got a problem I'm probably up in his bitch

You all want truth, you gon' find him up in a ditch

I'll bang his ass up like [?] 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

[Chorus: Brian Angel]

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

It's all that I know, it's all that I know

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I be in the corner with the bitches

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 bitches 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 suckers

But we blastin' at these fuckers

Trippin' over colors, you niggas, 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 flea with a beast and believe he's heated

Because of my talent they mad

And I'm never gonna challenge their ass

'Cause my balance for nada pay cash

You suckers down there but my wallet say "Bad

Motherfucker" like Samuel L

You perpetrators I'mma damn you to hell

Your bitches 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 niggas gonna fall to my toes

I be killin' all of y'all when I blow

'Cause a nigga comin' raw when I flow is all that I know