You Know
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YeahÂ….2005Â….ItÂ’s my time nowÂ…Hit me with that crazy beat dog
(beat comes in)
The new champ is here
They call me , letÂ’s go
Verse 1
HavenÂ’t been out the game, havenÂ’t been in, havenÂ’t retired
But just like jay, pac, nas and 50 theyÂ’ll admire
Everything about, how I look, dress, rhyme, and dance
ItÂ’s my time now throw up your mother fuckin hands
IÂ’m a solider (beat stops, then comes back) better yet IÂ’m a warrior
Stand up to any motherfucker trying to know ya
This is all me, wasnÂ’t always but will be
The craziest, looniest, lyrical mind that youÂ’ll ever see
IÂ’m hypnotic and funky, funny but not comic
My words are weapons, IÂ’m like osma rappin in Islamic
The way I put these words together ( ha ha) wanna make a bet
Oh yeah, and you havenÂ’t even seen me free style yet
You can call me the wizard of oz
The way I make people sit and pause
And actually listen for a change on what I have to say
Up next is the chorus and verse two ok
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Verse 2
Rap battle beef man that ainÂ’t nuthin
I got a pair of scissors but I just ainÂ’t cuttin
ItÂ’s like I got a computer but I just ainÂ’t typin
In 88 a apple dropped but it just ainÂ’t wripin
You think youÂ’re a wicked witch, you think your lines are bright
I free styled faster than it took you to write
One single rap verse, with your little pen and pad
You dress terrible and your rhyming skills are bad
But I ainÂ’t just focusing on one single kid in the crowd
It states clearly in my job description IÂ’m hear to make the people proud
So thatÂ’s what IÂ’m gonna do and IÂ’m gonna make the big bucks
IÂ’m the great one and I ainÂ’t talking about shooting pucks
You could say that I made this song with just pure luck
I shoot rhymes so fast you gotta run, duck and tuck
Like a navy seal or a high military unit
IÂ’m not very original so IÂ’m just gonna scream UNIT
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Verse 3
People wanna step to me and be like you ainÂ’t all that good
That just makes me wanna prove that there misunderstood
Cause I always perform to my best level and higher
The competition gets run off the road like a flat tire
Or go home with there moms and play a game of tennis
I shoot rocks at you with a sling like Denis the menace
Getting into mischief, always up to no good
When I was little I would write my lines and say that I could
Now look at me, I got my first of many hip-hop bangers
IÂ’m putting cash in my pocket instead of my goddamn manners
When I freestyle I take shots, but most of them misted
So then I win and wrap my arm in more ice than a broken wirst
So thatÂ’s the end of it, itÂ’s time to go and say bye
Collect my check, to the bank and then fly
All the way around the world in just one day
And when I get back, IÂ’ll have another song to play ok
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Ha ha ha
ItÂ’s far from done now
IÂ’m just getting started now
To be continued
PERIOD
Ha ha ha
(beat comes in)
The new champ is here
They call me , letÂ’s go
Verse 1
HavenÂ’t been out the game, havenÂ’t been in, havenÂ’t retired
But just like jay, pac, nas and 50 theyÂ’ll admire
Everything about, how I look, dress, rhyme, and dance
ItÂ’s my time now throw up your mother fuckin hands
IÂ’m a solider (beat stops, then comes back) better yet IÂ’m a warrior
Stand up to any motherfucker trying to know ya
This is all me, wasnÂ’t always but will be
The craziest, looniest, lyrical mind that youÂ’ll ever see
IÂ’m hypnotic and funky, funny but not comic
My words are weapons, IÂ’m like osma rappin in Islamic
The way I put these words together ( ha ha) wanna make a bet
Oh yeah, and you havenÂ’t even seen me free style yet
You can call me the wizard of oz
The way I make people sit and pause
And actually listen for a change on what I have to say
Up next is the chorus and verse two ok
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Verse 2
Rap battle beef man that ainÂ’t nuthin
I got a pair of scissors but I just ainÂ’t cuttin
ItÂ’s like I got a computer but I just ainÂ’t typin
In 88 a apple dropped but it just ainÂ’t wripin
You think youÂ’re a wicked witch, you think your lines are bright
I free styled faster than it took you to write
One single rap verse, with your little pen and pad
You dress terrible and your rhyming skills are bad
But I ainÂ’t just focusing on one single kid in the crowd
It states clearly in my job description IÂ’m hear to make the people proud
So thatÂ’s what IÂ’m gonna do and IÂ’m gonna make the big bucks
IÂ’m the great one and I ainÂ’t talking about shooting pucks
You could say that I made this song with just pure luck
I shoot rhymes so fast you gotta run, duck and tuck
Like a navy seal or a high military unit
IÂ’m not very original so IÂ’m just gonna scream UNIT
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Verse 3
People wanna step to me and be like you ainÂ’t all that good
That just makes me wanna prove that there misunderstood
Cause I always perform to my best level and higher
The competition gets run off the road like a flat tire
Or go home with there moms and play a game of tennis
I shoot rocks at you with a sling like Denis the menace
Getting into mischief, always up to no good
When I was little I would write my lines and say that I could
Now look at me, I got my first of many hip-hop bangers
IÂ’m putting cash in my pocket instead of my goddamn manners
When I freestyle I take shots, but most of them misted
So then I win and wrap my arm in more ice than a broken wirst
So thatÂ’s the end of it, itÂ’s time to go and say bye
Collect my check, to the bank and then fly
All the way around the world in just one day
And when I get back, IÂ’ll have another song to play ok
Chorus
You know that you canÂ’t ball with what
You know that you canÂ’t hang with what
You know that you canÂ’t ride with what
You know that you canÂ’t fuck with what
Ha ha ha
ItÂ’s far from done now
IÂ’m just getting started now
To be continued
PERIOD
Ha ha ha
You Know
Lil Jon's 'You Know' exemplifies the high-energy production and commanding vocal delivery that defined his early career in the crunk genre. Emerging from Atlanta's vibrant hip-hop scene, Jon became synonymous with a style characterized by heavy bass, repetitive hooks, and an infectious party atmosphere. This track captures the essence of his signature sound, blending aggressive rapping with the call-and-response dynamics that energized dance floors across the South. As a key figure in bringing crunk to mainstream attention, Jon's work on this recording highlights his ability to craft anthems that resonate with listeners seeking unapologetic, high-octane music. The song stands as a testament to his influence on the genre and his enduring presence in the hip-hop landscape.