You Don’t Know, Who I Know Brotha Lynch Hung & MC Eiht

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Ya'll niggas don't know who I know
Me and MC Eiht
This ain't the regular
This is something different

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
You think i'm bullshittin?
Test that theory
You can come through I got that fully and that teflon with me
Spit tec-rhyme quickly
Put it in the gap like new clothes it ain't no loopholes, just bulletholes
Open up that door let it off then pull it closed
And I smash off in the blue impala I do i'm proper
I'm not your average I loom the blocc up and threw the blocc up
It's for moves or no moves in an oldschool tinted windows
I know dudes, niggas that'll run up on you thats my kinfolks
Been broke n totin toasters most of my niggas know it so it don't mean nothin fuck em' feed em' the 4 don't lеad em' bleed em'
We comе, hardcore, spittin gunshots at your car door
You don't wanna fuck with us we got choppers, knockers
More Glocks that partners pop ya
Blocc blocc
24 street mo get ripgut nigga you gon' find ya guts
24 lines I gotta mix it up in a lick forgetcha gotcha forgot aboutcha
Got blood on my chucks
Hitcha gitcha splitcha in half like a cut was breakin up