Niggaz Know Lyrics - J. Cole

These niggas know 

Armed and dangerous, call the law 

Stick to the script, no audible 

Country ass nigga with an Audemars 

Can't spell the shit 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 shit drop bitch? 9-11 

Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend 

Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John Legend 

Nigga you should too, if you knew 

What this game would do to you 

Look at all the bullshit I've been through 

Better me than you 

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 home, I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

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Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know 

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know 

These niggas know, boo-ya nigga? 

Came through the door like who y'all niggas? 

Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggas 

Better yet put a hot one through y'all niggas 

Nah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggas but 

Don't let the college shit fool y'all niggas 

Ain't the hardest nigga in the land 

But a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggas 

Like what's the problem? 

Ain't gettin' paper, nigga here's a loan 

My shit long, need a hair salon 

Get it cut, shut the fuck 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 nigga, I ain't Jazz 

Fucked yo bitch, nigga I ain't ask 

She pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God) 

What the fuck 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 shit 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 bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit drop 

This B.I.G. nigga, this Pac 

Minus six shots, but it's still this hot 

Thirty grand and that's just for the wristwatch 

Hate to brag but backpacking, that's hip hop 

Write my life and make sure that the script hot 

And pray the kids watch, if not 

These niggas know 

If not, these niggas know 

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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 home, I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

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 home, I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

I ain't the same 

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know 

Made a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know