If You Know lyrics

Artist  : Drag-on 
Song : If You Know



 Send "If You Know" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Intro:

[Sheek]

Yo I might get drunk

[Jadakiss]

Jeckel and Hyde

Roll these with lemons

[Sheek]

I'm tellin' y'all Niggas

Swizz Beatz



Chorus: 

[All]

If you know, like we know, like they know

L.O.X. is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Swizz Beatz is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

Ruff Ryders is the best

If you know, like we know, like they know

We'll bring it to their chest



Verse 1:

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

Yo if I can't make money

Then you can't either

If I didn't have to rap

I have blown in the freezer

[Styles a.k.a Holiday]

If I can't rock Nikes

or Tim's with double soles

I have the 9 in the pound

And leave your ass full of holes

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]

If I didn't push a Benz

And I didn't push a Lex

Then the Ambulance will come

And they be pushin' on your chest

[Swizz Beatz]

If I couldn't hit the studio

and make another record

For my double R Niggas

I'll lay y'all on stretchers

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

Now I might get drunk

Or I might get high

But my game stay Trump

And my style stay fly

[Styles a.k.a Holiday]

I might hit a dime

Or I might hit a duece

And when I wanna go to war

Is when you wanna call a truce

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]

I might buy 'em cooked

Dough I might buy 'em raw

And I might tap your chin

Or I might cross your jaw

[Swizz Beatz]

Now I might go 18's

I might go 20's

I might use dumdums

Cause y'all Niggas dummies



Chorus: 



Verse 2:

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

Ayo, me without weight

Is like Harlem without 8

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]

Yeah, me with no funds

Is like Queens with no dunns

[Styles a.k.a Holiday]

And me with no beef

Is like Brooklyn with no guns

[Swizz Beatz]

Man and me with no beats

Is like Cali with no blunts

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

First I got head from her

Then I hit her from the back

Then she told me that she hustled

So I hit her with a pack

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]

Yeah, screw how many mics you got

How much ice you got

My bullets'll make you icy-hot

[Styles a.k.a Holiday]

Y'all, all my Niggas killas 

We don't talk on the phone

And give a way better message

When we come in your home

[Swizz Beatz]

Yo, catch me Down-South

When I'm pumpin' up things

and my name ain't Rover

Don't jump on my rings

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

Man, you gotta have your hustle right

When you up in the game

[Jada a.k.a Kisseastwood]

You gotta have your lawyor money

For you firm-aly change

[Styles a.k.a Holiday]

And don't you leave out the house

Without bringer your things

[Swizz Beatz]

We gonna Ruff Ryde, Nigga

>From here to the bank



Interlude:

[Sheek a.k.a Louch]

What you greaseball cocksuckers thought it was
over

This double R, Nigga, L.O.X.

We are the streets

When the kennels is open the dogs is biting,
bitch

Shits real



Verse 3:

[Drag-on]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

I might pull up in a V,

that cost more than a buck

Then turn around and burn it

Cause you thought it was plush

[Eve]

Anytime I get on fire

I get a car to match

And tell any rapper you name

You gard it black

[Drag-On]

When I bust my hammer

I nail my Nigga

We the Ruff Ryder family

All hail, my Niggas

[Eve]

And I might ride, I might die

That's up to the Lord

And my Niggas might come home

That's up to the ?

[Drag-On]

Yo, If money make you feel good

I'm happy with lead

Joe Pesci-style

Kickin' Niggas after they dead

[Eve]

Picture the litter

Hold the 4-5th for my Niggas

Writin' the venom

Ass look right in the dinner

[Drag-On]

?Dockin'? you pay

Word from me you clockin' the Yay

I hustle for real

Let you hold the block for a day

[Eve]

Pull it in your brain

And give you a hot idea

You wanna low

Here's a casket you can hide out there



Chorus: til fade