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letra de know what i'm talking bout - keak da sneak

[intro]
know what i’m talkin’ ’bout
how you f-ck with it?
this how i f-ck with it, ayy
it’s not ebonics
it’s uh… fluematically speakin’, you feel me?
you know, understand this sh-t

[verse 1]
i got my crush-proof box, smokin’ on a newport
and don’t stop rappin’, like my n-gga too short
i got game, but not the hoop court
and plus, basketball’s never really been my sport
i prolly would have made it to the nfl
but i had grams for 50 in my possession to sell
front sh-t is punk sh-t, i cop my own
’cause n-ggas be steppin’ on it, sell you sodas on
so i buy it soft, then i cook it myself
stand on ten deuce ’til it ain’t nothin’ left
task force keep a mothaf-cka out of breath
gotta beat ’em before my freedom get swept, f-ck a left
i’m makin’ all rights
run up on me, i’m takin’ flight, show a n-gga he really couldn’t fight
i’ll shake a n-gga down for fakin’ in the town
[?] k!ll game, i don’t bark, i bite, that’s how they f-ck with me

[chorus]
i went from yadadamean to yadada-i’m sayin’
to yadada-i’m talkin’ ’bout (i know what you talkin’ ’bout)
i went from yadadamean to yadada-i’m sayin’
to yadada-i’m talkin’ ’bout (i know what you talkin’ ’bout)
i went from yadadamean to yadada-i’m sayin’
to yadada-i’m talkin’ ’bout (i know what you talkin’ ’bout)
i went from yadadamean to yadada-i’m sayin’
to yadada-i’m talkin’ ’bout (i know what you talkin’ ’bout)

[verse 2]
i rock like i’m charlie when i got work
dirty than a mothaf-cka, kick, skrrt
puttin’ in work like i make a thousand an hour
posted on the block sellin’ hard, high power
i even got weed, sherm and e’s
f-ck with my amigo, see [?]
[?], pure, f-ck that cut
call it a [?] when i ram it up the gut
run it n-gga, can’t give him a p-ss
they call me keak sneak, when i come for your -ss
’cause i take livin’, treatin’ me good
but i’m still in my mothaf-ckin’ hood, i ain’t goin’ nowhere
you n-ggas are squar-er than a rubik’s cube
so i rape you, b-tt-naked, n-gga, nude
my whole clique leanin’ and smashin’, in a [?] fashion
and i hate my enemies with a p-ssion

[verse 3]
breakin’ buds off the stem, [?] put it in me
backwood, ready for the track [?]
young hyphy and i got a gang of energy, mouthpiece
they wanna -ss-ssinate me like j.f. kennedy
this to the cats that [?] on my gang
put dirt on my name
but i don’t blame, i’d probably would do the same
the style come natural like [?]
this my third album, man, that other sh-t freestyle
the dopest that you’ve heard thus far
and i don’t buy out the bar, i got a half a gallon tucked in the car
they treat me like a star, and i ain’t even much rich
and had over a thousand cars but nothin’ to show for the sh-t
i burn zips of the light fine pine
and fightin’ for my glamor ’cause you know i gotta shine
the only thing on my mind is strategizin’ how to get this dough
i don’t care if it take ’til 2004

- keak da sneak

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