Wanna Know

I just wanna know how niggas going to jail Telling on niggas, coming back home and it still being cool Ain't got no money in real life, but still popping, I just wanna know I wanna know, if a nigga ain't really putting it in, but acting like he putting it in Niggas still letting it fly like it's cool, I really wanna know man This shit getting different out here it's getting spooky Now when that shit went down with Chris, you wrote a check In New Orleans wore my chain to get respect (you a fraud) So what that tell me? You a pussy and a fan Say the wrong shit you know the shooters at your neck I just wanna know, if you ain't write that running through the six shit Tell us who the fuck was Quentin running through the six with? (Running through the six with my woes Counting money you know how it goes All the real live forever baby And the fake get exposed) Niggas writing for you cause you know you never did shit When I threw that out, I was tryin' to catch a big fish We the type of niggas to tie your mother up Fuck your sister in the ass and hit your brother up, pussy You really sweet, I call you buttercup You fucking dork you changed the style because you studied us Coming with the same flow Switching up your lingo We just want a refund, this ain't what we paid for Every time that we come, we get what we came for Spitting another niggas shit, but you claim you king though? I just wanna know, I just wanna know How these niggas acting like they true but really faking People acting like it go I just wanna know, I just wanna know Was it Quentin Miller? Was it Hush or was it Detail where you really got your flow? (Milli Vanilli that nigga) Money make a fake ass nigga look real again Money make a sucker that told look trill again Says a lot about all the people that's feeling him But I'ma show you bitch ass niggas we're real again Heard that other nigga talking we ain't get back yet Let's keep it short, nigga you ain't get your chick back yet And now she rocking with the chaser and now you missed that check You went from Clear Port to buddy pass you miss that jet, hold up Cat, I got to take them off of here, that's right I got to take them off of here, there's only one And that's me, you understand? 'Fore all that fighting, you understand? Sucka thinks he good Sucka thinks he can whoop me And I know he can't whoop me and I Hey boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me you understand Let me get mines first Then after I get mine, y'all can do what you wanna do You know you fucked up right? You shoulda just said nothing Now you're going to have to give me a check to stop All I hear is platinum that platinum this Meanwhile I'm on the cover with a platinum chick I got a platinum rollie, platinum whip Niggas frauds I told the truth, don't ask me shit All this industry fake enemy and rap shit It's never really my style we got cash to get I really started from nothing now it's back to shit Puffy almost caught a domestic when he smacked that bitch Hold up, let that bitch breathe Yeah this is called poppin' shit There's no cut on it There's no cut on it If your feelings get hurt You feel like ohhh that's an arrogant little... No this is the truth and the truth hurts Haven't I paid my dues? Haven't I went through the storm? Didn't I weather the storm? Niggas is gone and I'm here You let Tip homie piss on you in a movie theater nigga, we ain't forget Real niggas back in style this shit is lit This that Ja Rule shit and 50 cent