TITLE OF SONG -THEY DONT KNOW

(Talking)- ha, ha, I got bitches wonderin how an ameture can go up against a vet-
(beat starts)- yo its simple, i grip tecks, to dip sets, and i gain resect// you say you got rythm, and you roll reel deep// but how you gon' manage when i blow a hole through ya chest , makin ya heart skip a beat// i got people on the edge, about to fall out they seats// other mcs scared cause i flow like water and put out they heat// matter fact, i carry heat, im on another level// dont make me put a magazine clip up in my heavy metal// all scores is setteld, its offical, the kids flow is nasty// like Kobes accusers 2 week old panties// er'y thing is fine and dandy// till i pump the Lugar in your stomach and make you lose your guts// or aim lower and put the "red dot" between ya legs like its that time of the month// im "poppin" niggaz like coochies// oooh these ozis'll turn ya shirt the color of rubies-

HOOK-
they dont knooooow, who we be/
they dont know what gettin into when they start it with me/
they dont knooooow, about the clan/
YUNG GUNZ, wont hesitate to blast ya man//

VERSE 2-
yo im able to flip ya script like Daminique Dawes// cease bloodlines like menapause// olympically leapin over comp. like vince carter// droppin bombs like Pearl Harbor// ya betta maintain cause ya lines are lame in this game// these fools takin me out is like a blind wonder woman tryin to find her invisible plane// im lyrically fuckin up all you hoes// bring ya little crews... twos... threes... shit ta me their all foes// im a lyrical killa... ask ivan, i dont find shit funny// you'll charge me with "battery" for "beatin" you like a "dum", call me the energizer bunny// we can go back and forth like Aliyah, but "plainly" you'll be the one "crashin"// call me "The King"... now bow before me and take ya bashin// im knocking opponents back to infancy// cause they'ar getting rattled in they'ar cribs like rattle snakes in intamacy// battle spike and i guarantee ya boys wont wanna see the outcome// try holdin the glock up at me when i cut off both ya thumbs// im tellin ya, you dont wanna mess wit me// fuck around and get beat harder than Joe Jackson hittin buttons on an MP(beat machine)

HOOK-
they dont knooooow, who we be/
the dont know what they gettin into when they start it with me/
they dont knooooow, about the clan/
YUNG GUNZ, wont hesitate ta blast ya man- END

THIS IS THE FIRST SONG IVE DONE WITH THE GUNZ, SO CAN I GET SOME FEED BACK ON IT, THX, PEACE.

ON THE HOOK, THE WORD KNOOOOOW, THE EXTRA OS REPRESENT THE VOICE FADING AWAY.

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NUCLEAR CONCEPTS- DA ILLEST CREW

Niggas we dont work with tecks, we work with BOMB threats/
So fuck with us and i'll have WORD aim FAT BOY 2 at you and your whole set/- S.S.