All I Know (feat. Young Cellas)

How can I hate most niggas fake I just want up out this place, but let me demonstrate I got a lot up on my plate I'm not thinkin' straight Man, I am not thinkin' straight I'm not thinkin' straight Man, I am not thinkin' straight But let me demonstrate All these niggas fake, All these niggas hate All these niggas snake Most these bustas fake Most these bustas hate, ayy F*ck up out my face Stay up out my way, ayy Smoked that to the face Then I did the race, ayy Gotta stay on pace I'm chasin' to this cake, ayy Chasin' to this cake I swear I can't be late, ayy Smokin' out the pound I heard he smokin' shake, ayy Louis on my belt and 40 on my waist Bitches like my flow and bitches like my taste Money call my phone, so bitch, I can't be late I want my money funds, bitch, I got a Tommy gun I'm 19, but I keep a fuckin' knife just like I'm 21 Like I'm 21, but I'm gon' be on my shit till I'm 81 Got the Tommy gun, if you want that, smoke this shit for anyone I smoke a ton, if you don't got no plug, then go and get you one Put a bag on your head, I'm gon' get you dead I never use the pencil, all I know is this pistol led All I see is red, I cock my Glock and then I shoot your head Bullets like a missile, when it hits you, it's gon' leave you dead All I know is make this fuckin' money before I go to bed They don't know what time we on, they just know the time we in All I fuckin' know is me and Cellas always crackin' heads Yeah, I'm all alone, they call me Bone, I'm always poppin' meds Spark a fuckin' blunt and then I put my fuckin' headphones in Had her suck my dick But after that, I gave her peppermint They can't f*ck with us, but best believe you cannot f*ck with this Up the murder rate, you got a problem, we gon' murder it I got that dog shit on me, like I went and stepped in shit Took so many losses, I'm still winnin', know they mad as shit Got that 40 on me, I'm gon' blow it if you talk that shit All about my money, if you touch it, I'm gon' blow that bitch Had to change my ways, cause I was tired of bein' average Man, I'm shittin' on these niggas, think I need a laxative Know they want me dead, but young Cellas ain't havin' it Bitch, I'm pocket watchin', if I see it, then I'm grabbin' it Don't you pass me that motherfuckin' gas, cause bitch, I'm passin' it And don't you ask me bout my fuckin' life, cause bitch, I'm rappin' it Don't you worry bout how much I got, I'm always stackin' it And don't you worry bout the opps block, cause we always clappin' it I shot him in his shit, I shot his neck, knocked out his tonsils I left his brother dead, and now a nigga need some counseling Put some bread up on a pole, that's my first investment Came up off the gutter, so don't you even test me