All that I know

All that I know Lyrics Trae feat. Mystikal, Tech N9ne & Brian Angel

It’s all that I know
All that I know, all that I know!
It’s all that I know
It’s all that I know

[Verse 1:Mystikal]

Shit, what I do..?
The bitches shuffle to the front when I come
Clap your hand & stomp your foot to the rhyme cougar
Roll the die hit the blunt
Listen to the rhythm of the rapper, ass whooper
I click-clack like a gat, spitta
Broke up with my rap, but I'm back with her
Don't fuck with my greens, or
You don't want the Hulk to get mad nigga?!
With a motherfucking man right here
Nigga nigga put his foot in your shit, or
Make a nigga slap in your ass, kisser
Let that nigga do the little song
Write it to the music, feel it work it
Soon as Trae e-mail me the beat
I'mma take it to the booth and I'mma kill it, murk it
Curse it, bless it, church it, cash it, change it, purse it
Tell them niggas that I'm back on the block
And I got them killer verses
Tell em to sell em the one for ten
I'd let them go, two for five
Either way, I'mma get that ten
Or you want none of these rhymes
Long as I murder these shows
And herd all these hoes
Shorty don't go
And I don't have to be working that lows
I rock jewelry that glows
With a rap name, twenty years old
Shit, what else can I say? Fuck, that's all that I know!


[Verse 2:Trae]

…to the gun play, you..
My niggers to the gun play, you..
..guns all over my fingers…
..this is shit..
Haters on my dick, like …they’d better get off
You can find me in the ghetto
Sacred of … sitting on a couple of … money.. I’m trying to get off
Clique like brothers, tell ‘em to give ‘em the blue
Never …. the competition I won’t lose
I’m a fool, will I .. these shoes with these tools?
..the niggers abuse… something of what I… murder should have been on the news…
I went to the boulevard walking..
In the hood, I’m… for real..
I think Universe is what I gotta deal …
You can tell ‘em my secret…
I am the truth, to guarantee the answer
..tell ‘em to look no more…


[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]

I be in the corner with the bitches
Off in the club I be grantin' many wishes
All the haters be super suspicious
As to why they sniffin’ I make super digits
Makin' beautiful music and then a bita' aphrodisiac to get bitches to swoon
But I catch em' quick with these incredible tunes
Me stickin' poon will be inevitable soon
I'll be laughin' at these busters
Think they smashin' and we suckas
But we blastin' at these fuckers
Trippin' over colours you niggas you gotta love us no matter the set ima get up and rip 'em into pieces
He's beneath me and needs to be treated like a fleet with a beast and believe he's heated
Because of my talent they mad
And I'm neva gonna challenge they ass
Cause my balance for nada pay cash
You suckas down there
But my wallet's ain't bad
Motherfucker like Sam-U-el L
You perpetrators ima damn you to hell
Your bitches love to hear this animal yell
Try to be me understand you will fail
In control of all of my dough
Now it’s off to the mall I go
You the money really tall I show
If you really wanna brawl I know
That you niggas gonna fall to my toes
I be killin’ all of y’all when I blow
Cause a nigga comin’ raw when I flow is all that I know


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