Lord Knows Lyrics - Fabolous

Your worst nightmare be this verse right here 

But good, that's what you niggas get for sleeping on me 

I put your favorite rapper in that hearse right there 

And I bet his weeping homies won't do shit but call them peoples on me 

Hard to keep it real when everybody keep it phony 

I'mma keep it Sosa while these niggas keep it Tony 

You gotta watch the picture that you painting with your verses 

We go in niggas' mouths, I don't know bout bitches' purses 

And what's up with this, "I'm just sayin'" shit? 

Fuck asked you? You shouldn't be saying shit 

Problem is, assholes always saying shit 

But money talks -- you ain't got it, then you shouldn't be saying shit 

Like Plaxi-ho, oops, I mean Plaxico 

Talking bout we get 'em robbed -- shut the fuck up, Cheddar Bob 

You know the story, nigga come home, set it sob 

Gonna be a hater cause he can't find a better job 

Nigga at home, feeling like he out of town 

Nigga on the field, feeling like he out of bounds 

Welcome to my city, emphasis on my city 

That just my opinion, but who really fucking with me, huh? 

Why give a fuck it makes no sense to give 

That Ray J shit got me so sensitive 

Big bad wolf dressed in a granny disguise 

Bitch nigga, I see through your tranny disguise 

Your jeans sagging too low, or your panties too high 

You can't touch me, you waiting for your mani to dry 

And you don't want them niggas in your house though 

Trying to see if you got indo'/outdo' 

I ain't one to put no info out, no 

You start shit, I end shit -- intro/outro 

You under the influence, I'm over the bullshit 

You on a empty tank, I got a full clip 

You got the drool dripping from the wolves' lips 

Don't have that man talking bout you from the pulpit 

Blahsay blah, blahsay blah 

Yeah, death comes in threes like menage a trois 

Mase-Qua, that's the four-door 'rati 

My Aston Martin, made that a four-door body 

Double pipes, that's my four-door shotty 

Sitting but I'm shitting, that's my four-door potty 

Ain't too many ride like me, literally 

This what separates the majors from the little league 

Little me, just trying to be the bigger person 

Dr. Bruce Banner, but the nigga version 

And you don't want to see me angry 

You won't like it when I'm angry 

My condolences from the boss 

All I could say, sorry for your loss 

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