Niggaz Know Lyrics

J. Cole

These n*ggas know

[Verse 1]
Armed and dangerous, call the law
Stick to the script, no audible
Country ass n*gga with an Audemars
Can't spell the sh*t but I order more
French hoes treat me like Charles De Gaulle
Get good head on the Autobahn
Hit hood hoes out in Baltimore
Pack the shows like wall to wall, my God
Five steps like Dru Hill
Came home from the first tour, with
Bad credit and a school bill
Middle finger to the bursar
Finally famous but
Ain't too much really change with us
Straight up weed, no angel dust
Label us notorious, that was 9-7
Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'
You ain't know my sh*t drop b*tch? 9-11
Gettin' more hoes than that n*gga John Legend
Gettin' more hoes than that n*gga John Legend
N*gga you should too, if you knew
What this game would do to you
Look at all the bullsh*t I've been through
Better me than you

[Bridge]
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came on home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same

[Hook]
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n*ggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n*ggas know

[Verse 2]
These n*ggas know, boo-ya n*gga?
Came through the door like who y'all n*ggas?
Stole a n*gga flow, I could sue y'all n*ggas
Better yet put a hot one through y'all n*ggas
Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all n*ggas but
Don't let the college sh*t fool y'all n*ggas
Ain't the hardest n*gga in the land
But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all n*ggas
Like what's the problem?
Ain't gettin' paper, n*gga here's a loan
My sh*t long, need a hair salon
Get it cut, shut the f*ck up
And wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is gone
No cryin' ass, lyin' ass
Can't afford a whip, but you buyin' ass
This Fresh Prince n*gga, I ain't Jazz
F*cked yo b*tch, n*gga I ain't ask
She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)
What the f*ck was I s'posed do?
Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly that,
Keep hoes bi-coastal
And they buy postals, ain't sh*t for free
Dick the only thing that they get from me
Sit VIP, get a sip for free
Later on she'll be sippin' me, literally
Picture me at the tip-top
With your b*tch lip-locked on my d*ck when my sh*t drop
This B.I.G. n*gga, this Pac
Minus six shots, but it's still this hot
Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch
Hate to brag but backpackin', that's hip hop
Write my life and make sure that the script hot
And pray the kids watch, if not
These n*ggas know
If not, these n*ggas know

[Bridge (x2)]
I must confess, I copped the chains
I hit the club, I made it rain
I hit the road, I made a name
I came on home, I ain't the same
I ain't the same
I ain't the same

[Hook]
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n*ggas know
Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these n*ggas know

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