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Everybody Knows Now - текст песни



Everybody Knows Now


[Hook-Buckshot]


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up





[Verse 1-Louieville Sluggah]


Look, fake smiles, fake hugs, fake love


Yup, all this fake shit just make a nigga thug


They think a nigga bug, I'm on some kind of drug


But, middle finger in the air, I don't give a fuck


Everything peachy when you got that cash flow


But when it's all gone, you the world's biggest ass


Told him, you ain't doin' enough, steady chasin' cash


But if you let them tell it, you was on your ass


That's just not me, I'm a fly, slim nigga


Fuck with mines and I'ma move a few triggers


Me and a few niggaz, stacked a few million


Buy a few buildings, open a few stores


Catch a few fights like cock suckers


Where you at? 'Cause it's on tonight


Do it like it was never done before, you came to me


I'm guaranteed, you gon' remember the name, Henny!





[Hook-Buckshot]


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up





[Verse 2-Tek]


I never thought in my wildest dreams


That I would be a gangsta with get money schemes


Who knew snitches be involved


Along with some stolen cars and some battle scars


Gang bangin' hard body without the signs


And there's no profit seen without the grind


Had to shape up and ship out, give samples, get clout


Take a loss here and there, yeah, no doubt


But it wouldn't be the streets without a hustle


And I wouldn't be your man without a struggle


So while you re-in, if you ain't seein' double


Just wastin' your time, livin' life on a chumble





[Verse 3-Steele]


Son, I might need a muzzle, I'm a beast in this concrete jungle


When I speak, got the streets in a huddle


Real subtle, if the beef is amongst you


Keep the grief when I come through, put your peeps in a puddle


Yeah chief, I be humble but I rumble


Like a water con, get your arms, get involved, get in bomb


Get a track, get a song (Texts of songs ), get a block, get a bomb


Get a spot, get a squad, get your gat, get it on





[Hook-Buckshot]


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up





[Bridge-Buckshot]


Listen, I'm not slackin', by my nuts saggin'


Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage


You back stabbers get at this


Y'all niggaz ain't real, you actors


I'm not slackin', by my nuts saggin'


Is my shotgun, got one for your cabbage


You back stabbers get at this


Y'all niggaz ain't real, you actors, ha, ha





[Verse 4-Rock]


Hey yo, I'm from the beast of the east, where we speak to you with heat


Beat your feet, fuck outta here tryin' to preach the Jesus


I do dirt, muscle the hustlers, bang out smokers


Munchers or mufflers, so what if you suckers don't fuck with us


Good, don't fuck with us, and while you at it, don't fuck with us


I got nothin' but slugs for your fucker love


Where was the love a couple of years ago?


Oh, now I'm back in your stereo, and here you go


You big schlong saddling straddling, switch side and dick ridin' and scramblin'


Lookin' for the next Sasha to slam in your maggot ass, male groupie actin'


Hoochie fanatic, Stan look-alike, bandwagon jumpin' bitch bastards


You are lookin' at one of the realist gorillas


Y'all some chinchillas, you soft niggaz


If I wanted your support, I would just take it


But we NFL, No-Fake-Love, keep the fake shit





[Hook-Buckshot]


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up


Everybody Know Now, how that go now


They never big you up when you goin' down


So, when I rise to the come up


Recognize and don't run up or you might get hung up



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