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Intro
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Intro was released on July 22, 2014 by East Side Records as a part of the album Do It Right
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Release DateJuly 22, 2014
LabelEast Side Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM71

Credits

Lyrics

Bad Breed, motherfucker (Yeah)
Six Points
Seldom up in this bitch (I.E)
With a question
Do you know who you are?
I know who I am (Yup)
Yeah
All these fools are yapping
About fake thugs on the underground
Everybody's a fake thug nowadays, but
My prisons are packed with motherfuckers just like me
My people (This one's for y'all)
So we can't all be fake thugs, ain't that right?
I know who I am
And I know you don't know me
It's like this
Check it
I know who I am and exactly where I came from
I know the same punks yapping, the same ones that played them
Know some real thugs that did dirt and ain't done
I know some fake ones too afraid to pop a paint gun
So quick to turn bitch when we face 'em
Maybe you can name some gangstas, but you ain't one
So I know that you need to stop acting it
I know yapping shit will get you in some tragic shit
Have dramatic accidents, crashing with
Jam-packed banana clips, gangsta rap's immaculate
And if I'm packing it, I practiced it
Until I mastered it, blasting it, a hundred percent accurate
Every time I have a fit, faggots panic quick
I shatter shit with hollow automatic tips
Spit quick from the tip of this clip
You better split, trick, I know you on some bitch shit
Who the fuck are you to tell me something?
I already know
I am from that do or die
Let it be known, I don't play
A trick get the buck shots
Other rappers, they went slip, slide, and away
I am from that do or die
Let it be known, I don't play
A trick get the buck shots
Other rappers, they went slip, slide, and away
I know who's a real friend and who's my acquaintance
I know counting to ten don't do shit for my patience
Know some heavyweights hitting harder than the pavement
Quick to spit rounds, we get down like your basement
I know what game is and how to hold a stainless
Ain't paying for protection? It's time to make arrangements
I know you catch me slipping and not packing this
Practicing abstinence, bitch, it's not happening
The odds in the rap game's a billion to one
I know I probably won't make it, but I know I'm not done
'Cause this man's unrelenting, and if I didn't mention
I got thirty dirty henchmen standing at attention
I know that crime pays, I know that I slay
These weak MCs nine hundred and nine ways
Throwing up the odds, trust you're getting touched
And I know that you know you ain't fucking with us, what?
I am from that do or die
Let it be known, I don't play
A trick get the buck shots
Let it be known, I don't, don't play
I am from that do or die
Let it be known, I don't play
A trick get the buck shots
Let it be known, I don't, don't play
I know who I am and exactly where I came from
I know that some laws were tailor-made for me to break 'em
I know some dirty cops and the thugs that they take from
I know my taxes pay 'em, I know why they hate them
I know about drug shit, know how to bake 'em
Break 'em down and weigh 'em, bag 'em up and slang 'em
I know some old hoes that are still trying to hang on
I know who to call when it's time to get my bang on
I know crews of fools that'll show you what them tools do
I know voodoo and your block better than you do
I know you faggots get mad when I state the fact
Half of you are wack and half should quit rapping
It's best to get back when I'm attacking
I can make it happen faster than reaction
My life is off tracking, lost and unclear
I just look at my daughter and I know why I'm here
Written by: Chucky Thompson, Mary J. Blige, Sean J. Combs
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