Big Tymers F- Lil` Wayne Nigga Couldn`t Know Lyrics

Nigga Couldn`t Know Lyrics

[Lil' Wayne]

 Big Tymers, nigga (Big Tymers, nigga)

 I got that work, nigga (I got that work, nigga)

 Look, look, listen:

 

 This is where them niggas die fast

 Sell bricks and buy bags

 They dodge class to hit the block and go find cash

 If you try to pass - take my advice: drive fast

 'Cause, my man, ain't no escapin' when shots blast

 You wonder why the cops keep circlin'

 Niggas murderin'

 I ain't never saw 'em before

 Tonight we twurkin' 'em

 Niggas wearin' masks like glasses

 Niggas got on tank tops and a pair of Reebok classics

 Pants to my knees 'cause the glock make it slouch

 I can't talk right now - I got three rocks in my mouth

 And, wodie, when we enter-- niggas freeze up like it's winter

 And if a nigga whisper, pistols eat him up for dinner

 Seventeen representer - you don't like it, do somethin'

 And I'll bet you'll see a nigga outside 'bout two-somethin'

 And we like to dress in all black up in my residence

 Ain't got on no suits 'cause we ain't tryin' to be presidents

 

 (Hook - 2x [Lil' Wayne + Baby])

 [Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke

 [Baby]  than a nigga could know

 [Wayne] More money, more cars

 [Baby]  than a nigga could show

 [Wayne] And more ice - cheap price

 [Baby]  than a nigga could score

 [Wayne] And hit blocks with glocks

         Make 'em get on the floor

 

 [Baby]

 Nigga wakin' up to alley cats and rats

 Project bitches that tote gats

 Niggas kickin' the dope, but the crack done smack back

 Lil' niggas runnin' through the hallways

 While other niggas playin' ball - made a court in the driveway

 Things ain't the same where I use to play

 It's guns and broads

 New cars, neighborhood superstars

 And hoes smokin' cigars

 Lil' ones sittin' on the car

 Watchin' the bus hollerin',

 "Them people comin!" when that blue car pull up

 I'm tired of catchin' cuts, and bendin' corners

 I got that work - got youngsters on all four corners

 You got the quarters, and you got them halves

 I got the quarter ki's, and Fresh got the slabs

 Ten a ki is the price if you want a brick

 And if you don't know that, nigga - tax the bitch

 

 (Hook - 2x [Lil' Wayne + Baby])

 [Wayne] Nigga, we done moved more coke

 [Baby]  than a nigga could know

 [Wayne] More money, more cars

 [Baby]  than a nigga could show

 [Wayne] And more ice - cheap price

 [Baby]  than a nigga could score

 [Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks

         Make 'em get on the floor

 [Baby]  For sure, wodie

 

 [Mannie Fresh]

 It's the return of the click-clackin'

 Downtown pistol packin'

 Y'all remember me from back in the '89 era

 When killers use to wear mascara

 And run through the court causin' terror

 Random riot gunshots

 Government-issued glocks

 That's bakin' soda added with that odor - now you got clatch pots

 Niggas went from (?) to frozen cups

 To catchin' cuts, to big ole nuts

 Shorty, I been on missions

 Jackin' niggas for Balley competitions

 Stickin' guns in bustas' backs

 Everybody, come out your Polos and your Zodiacs

 But that was back in the days

 See, niggas done changed they ways

 Went from snug-nose-38's to hand grenades

 Now it's a must that niggas bust back when they get cussed at

 Or fussed at

 Nine-millimeters, glocks, pumps, riot guns, niggas can trust that

 

 (Hook - 4x [Lil' Wayne + Baby])

 [Wayne] Nigga, we done sold more coke

 [Baby]  than a nigga could know

 [Wayne] More money, more cars

 [Baby]  than a nigga could show

 [Wayne] More ice - cheap price

 [Baby]  than a nigga could score

 [Wayne] We hit blocks with glocks

         Make 'em get on the floor

 [Baby]  For sure, lil' one

 

 [Wayne] What!

 

 [Baby {talking}]

 Y'all got to understand

 We got this shit on lock, wodie

 If you ain't makin' money you ain't doin' what you suppose to

 I understand niggas kickin' in doors for twenty-inch momo's

 Whatever it take, lil' daddy

 And it don't matter

 If I get caught up in a struggle, I got to take mines

 If you get caught up, you better believe it..

 that that iron gon' get your mind right, dog

 We hustlin' for sure, fa

 Bling-blingin' without a doubt

 Like new cars, and pretty broads

 And neighborhood superstars

 Money

 Bitches

 Rags to riches