Niggas Know

[Darkim]<br>Motherfuckas don`t know<br><br>I snatch the heart in `em and pardon `em<br>Try to stop my shine, while I`m sparklin`<br>Hold the solar gallant ain`t the polar ginko bola<br>Survive three stabs to the shoulder, get carried<br>Now they bustin shots at my charriot<br>Supreme ultimate, love the way they say my name when I`m strokin it<br>Fatal strikes rollin with the likes<br>Legendary, treat the microphone like it`s comisary<br>Street military, Warface lookin` scary<br>Precarious, love fat ass, but it`s various<br>Approach me, only my words could play me closely<br>Intercontinentally doves, I`m makin love to `em, mentally above<br>Brought the right, some might say<br>I came to rock a chamber, banger, Killa Bee stinger<br>Rap star ajar and an R&B singer<br><br>Ya ice grillin, but you still ain`t killin mics<br>Lurkin in my eye, motherfuckers ya be feelin like<br>Fuck drinkin, fuck short term thinkin<br>Fuck bug niggas trying to floss with their drink and<br>I be the iceberg that left ya whole ship thinkin<br>The black God, see a rap star in the makin<br>Prepare for me, I carefully approach the situation<br>Stay humble while I`m rumblin with Satan<br>I street relate, got playas hatin<br>The manner of a king, breed, catch or freeze nigga,<br>Killa Bee Sting<br>They lost the round they wrist, and everything is crisp<br>Rappin for beef, I made a list<br>Blew the death kiss, the legend that truth became a myth<br>I calculate, watchin ya friends evaporate in the mystery<br>Thinkin that God`s a mystery<br>Killer bomb threats, blowin this shit outta the content<br>My category, mission my words is self explanatory<br>Real live hustla, 6`2" and kinda muscular<br>Justice is served on the first violation<br>Fuck the example, make a statement<br><br>Dwellin in Hell, but maintain a state of harmony<br>Thinkin I hear somebody callin me<br>Stranger, countin my days, resist the manger<br>Swift change makin my heart react to danger<br>But state the con tight, one false move I switch to crime life<br>Roll with the armory, talkin with heat<br>The streets a part of me<br>To measure, my styles been hard time for ever<br>React to my contact a hardcore felon<br>From Manarose to Wesley, 11 years without tellin<br>My life for the Black Seven<br>and we all give our love to the Black Seven<br>Harmony hold the niggas that slept, I check the folder<br>Niggas Know me, rather me walk name lonely<br>The money, and the fame, and the bitches niggas show me