You Better Know - Mr. Knightowl, Mr. Lil One

It’s started the day I came

Rain fell like it never had

It was pourin on my man hood

Sayin fuck her bad

I remember I was stressin

I was guessin about my days

In the wrong direction

I was livin in a maze

Trials and tribulations

I was facin had me wastin

Many days and many nights

Until the days they read my rights

I was all up in the county

Conversatin with these fools

I was all up in the county

Mobbin in my blues

Fools talkin about their lifes

And how they miss their wives and kids

Others talkin about how they love to do them bids

And since I was a kid

I knew about these mothafuckas

Then I grew to be one of these mothafuckas

A fan don’t give a god damn

If you shit turns to dust

A fan don’t give a god damn

If he betrays in your trust

And trouble all ways follows

Bottles sippin in my liver

Figure I’d just get away from all this bull shit

Keep tabs on the shit you say

Or I’ma blast you with an AK

I’ll send you mothafuckas to Judgment Day

You best take notes

The last one caught a bad one

He never had a chance

Cause I premidetate my plans

Look at all those fools that spoke

They don’t exsists

They got dismissed

And I got all their homies pissed

BUt ya’ll think I give a fuck

You must be crazy

I be the type of fool that kills

And it won’t phaze me

Long live the real

Forever curse the ones that squeel

That don’t desereve to be around

So I’ma buck em down

The ones that talk

Be the ones that never walked the walk

They be the fools that lay in the concrete

Bloody, gone like Biggie

Now what the fucks all the comotion

Drop a body in the ocean

But not before I beat em

I must delete em

Then let the fishes have some human dishes

I’ll battle any one who wishes

Fuck all you bicthes

Now it’s best for you to stay away

When I speak about my troubles

Double barrel got my back

I get phsycopathic when I rap

Stack the truth I got the proof

Enemies know the situation

Elevation getting higher

Wish the fire burn my sins

All my friends and all my foes

Even you know where I’ma go

And no it ain’t by choice

But the choice is some times ain’t given

So I do what I gotta do

If I wanna remain on liven

I’m given a fuck

But I’m runnin with luck

So what do I do not to get stuck

Seems I’m runnin out of choice

Still I’m hearin voices

Runnin all up in my dome

And my brain ain’t taken pain

But I’m runnin with this lesson

Smith and Wesson in my possesion

And depression always follows

That’s why I’m sippin bottles

I’m fightin with this force

Some times I feel that I’ma never win

Still I gotta remain strong

And hear this song again

And put it through my head

Whether I’m alive

Or whether I’m dead

That every single man in this world

Once shed

A tear

Yeah…

And that some real shit…

And that some real shit…

(laughin)