Don't Know My Style lyrics

(Featuring Tupac)

[Intro]
Don’t know my style
Yea, wut up homie?
Big Wayne on the track nigga

[Hook]
Niggas don’t know my style
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Knew the course but the force was wild
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Verse1]
Again to see find your folds
In a room full of niggas, tryna hot your hose
Getting high off Buddha cuz the trunk is slow
I keep my mind on dough, you never find me close
Booty and we been livin’ life like a dream
And they all to the beat, keep the niggas off of me
I can’t sleep, nothing in these wicked times repeat
Niggas after me cuz they see I’m stackin’ cheese
You can halla if you want to
Please, I ain’t runnin’ with no punks to beat
Enemies and my rangers on
Live in the danger zone, my fucking game’s gone
You suckaz better find your mind
I’ve got mine from hustling and busting the rhymes
To my niggas in the hood and down the rykers ave
Stay wild but a nigga got a huge style

[Hook]
Niggas don’t know my style
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Knew the course but the force was wild
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Verse 2]
Getting that lean in the Cayman, thinking ‘bout my cannon
Mind of a maniac so I stay looking for fiber
FED tryna take my soul, sometimes don’t know which way to go
Niggas snatched up COs, got nothing to share, them kids blow
So I drive my get, drive a bitch
I shoot – the get the leave on
50 CDs like kids from backroom to Dita
Well how they pull in the key? Street smarts, no GED
The hood relate to me, lot of me tell me to PAC
Double slam, push in the air
Low key and my rental car
Get me to trap, thing on my lap
Face to face to my phone tab
Bang 2 with a CTS
Hood hood I was getting cheddar
Rap my ass off but I’mma keep it real, I cook better
Get too low 200 months, and we smoke 200 punts
I wiff a rap I be indited that’s why bitches don’t like me
Still that same old track pull
Puff puff pass in the backboard
Some find this back board
Let’s get this running, VAC

[Hook]
Niggas don’t know my style
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Niggas don’t know my style
Juvenile was a problem child
Knew the course but the force was wild
Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Outro]
Don’t know my style
Wuddup Big Homie? Man I really appreciate it
Big Wayne on the track nigga

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