You Don't Know Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin' goin' on 

A lot of judgment gettin' passed 

Niggaz don't even know what the fuck their talkin' 'bout 

I go by the name of Loon 

And I represent this bad boy shit 

'Til the motherfuckin' casket drop 

Damn right, uh, aiyo, aiyo 

Niggaz don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste 

In case niggaz suffer the worst case 

Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with niggaz that hurt Mase 

I started "Harlem World" in the first place 

Niggaz was thirsty, jumped out the window 

Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo 

'Cause that's how friends go 

But niggaz tryna get they ends yo 

Forget about the nigga that lent yo 

Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla 'cause your ends low 

But look at how far your friends go 

Killer is doin' it, nigga Loon drop bitches is losin' it 

Keep the tool cocked, niggaz is usin' it 

Only if it's a must, nigga front, put they dick in the dust 

That's what you get, fuck with niggaz like us 

Loon that nigga that bust, even though you think that nigga just lust 

These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus 

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) 

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC 

(Any nigga disrespect my G's) 

Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) 

When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) 

To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon 

I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat 

'Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack 

Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back 

Ride around with my shit in my lap 

The first nigga react, the first nigga act, nigga get clapped 

I don't get down with you niggaz like that 

So all that yikkety yak, a nigga front, gun clickety clack 

Make it hard for you niggaz that rap 

'Cause when you gotta pick up the slack 

Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque 

You ain't think my flow could pick up like that 

The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin' hit with a bat 

One swing'll bring your shit to your lap 

And make you shit in your slacks 

Your body shape forever zip and your trapped 

Let me tell you about the difference in rap 

And the difference is street, niggaz that creep 

Bust your shit with the heat 

If I find out a nigga soft and he sweet 

I'm knockin' 'em off their feet 

Snatchin' his bitch and ridin' off with his jeep 

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) 

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC 

(Any nigga disrespect my G's) 

Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) 

When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) 

To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon 

Uh, yeah, aiyo you frontin' like you seen stacks 

Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back 

Hey, yo, y'all niggaz need to ease back 

Now how you come with your guns and your ones 

And your sons like you squeeze gats 

Niggaz don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that 

That's why you ride with your seat back 

Niggaz don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through 

Ya motherfuckin' chest with they rifle, niggaz livin' trifle 

And last year 'round this time, we did it to a nigga just like you 

Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do 

Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude 

Even though niggaz know, got a nigga eighteen that'll knife you 

Split nigga ass crack, picture we waitin' on ass cap 

When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat, tat 

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) 

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC 

(Any nigga disrespect my G's) 

Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) 

When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) 

To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon 

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?) 

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC 

(Any nigga disrespect my G's) 

Son a nigga get jacked, nigga get crapped, even dumped in the sea 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?) 

When it come to the dough, nigga I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's 

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?) 

To a nigga like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon