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Lyrify.me

YOU BETTER RECOGNIZE by Shawty Pimp Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 1995

[Verse 1]
Drop it off, drop it off, bitch I got a fuckin' tone
Niggas talkin' shit and bitch I'm finna snatch your [?]
Pound of weed in my lap, damn I think I'm ready to chief
Stop up at the fuckin' store, yo I'm 'bout to switch the street
Cut that motherfucka up, [?]
Ride off in the sunset hoe and I'm straight up blowin' ink
In that fuckin' AC as I'm chillin' like a fuckin' pimp
I don't give a fuck 'cause a nigga [?]
So I get that Glock and smoke the scene because I'm ready to stang
And [?], no punk ass niggas slippin' mane
Aw shit, [?]
Now I gotta make a motherfuckin' stang
Cap him in his brain mane, then ball up in the Cutlass thang
Still got a bud from the swisha, now I kinda know
Everybody's shit, but it ain't nothin' so I keep on goin'
I'm about click up on these niggas, [?]
Bitch I thought you knew I got that motherfuckin' [?]
Comin' to you in the disguise and it's just a big surprise
Keep on talkin' shit mane, I promise nigga you gon' die
Thinkin' that you fuckin' with some [?] nigga, test your luck
Leave you in the ditch with bloody guts, mane you fucked up
Shouldn't've fucked with a nigga that be known for wreckin' shit
I'm about to make a hit, you better recognize
[Chorus]
Bitch, you better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize
You better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize
You better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize

[Verse 2]
Don't slip 'cause you'll get caught and I'll blow your ass off
With the shot of buckshot, knockin' niggas socks off
Pistol grip to your tongue, get my motherfuckin' hustle on
What's the [?] ,where's your [?], buck it down, now your gone
'Cause I'm [?], what's up to my nigga Rob
Ridin' in that Taurus mane and that junt is sittin' clean
Ballin' down in [?] niggas slangin' 'caine
What's up mane, to my nigga [?] Caddy thang
[?] cruisin' while we chiefin' hay
And my niggas, [?] from around the way
And it's 'cause of every mane, yeah I can't forget you dogs
See that lil' money [?] they about their fuckin' haul
The bud mane, the sweet stuff, he's the one who's got that 'ply
Buy a blunt and fit a junt with weed and now we super high
All my niggas down mane 'cause we [?] bound
What's up [?] and his nephew [?] down to clown
And my nigga [?] now he's doin' fine
Grilled up, makin' money, many cheese all the time
Runnin' man through the step, better known as [?]
All them funky bitches in the streets, they keep 'em on the floor
And the youngest police [?] all this nigga know
Baby we'll be comin' for you [?] hoe
And I'm finna hit the strip 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' pimp
Bitch you better recognize 'cause I'm 'bout to kill a bitch, trick
[Chorus]
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize
You better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize
You better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize
You better recognize, you better recognize
You better recognize, bitch, you better recognize