Man Man Hundo - Intro (Need To Know)

H-U-N-D-O
I been on some chill shit
I can't fuck with you if you ain't shot nothin' or killed shit
Out here takin' real risks

In and out of town, a couple pounds, that's a field trip
Pour a couple ounces out the fountain, shit, I'm still gripped
Woke up, shit, I'm still high
Out here chasin' Skrilla, popped two jiggas, I don't feel tired

Niggas say they down until you take them on a real ride
Eyes real wide
You popped a pill, huh
You wanna kill now

Can you do that sober or that's just yo way of coping'
When it come to my emotions, I be everything but open
Man, this life shit ain't a game, I do everything but jokin
I got one bitch, she so goated, she do everything but choking

Niggas talk bout what they got, but they got everything but motion
Niggas out here movin' bogus
Back door shit, I can't condone it
Yo shit whack, I can't promote it

If it's thrax, then I'ma smoke it
Tryna ride my wave, end up drownin' in the ocean
Tryna ride my wave, end up swimmin' with the fishes
I don't care bout who done did it

If you with it, you can get it
AR taller than a midget
Tell 'em play ball I can pitch it
Got a brand new pint of wock and a pop finna mix it

These niggas can't fuck with me
In no way
Shape, form, or fashion
If you think so, you a dumbass
Stupid ass, goofy ass nigga

Thinkin' you can fuck with me
You a dumb diddy
Nigga, I'm the hun diddy
Bad boy like Puff Diddy

If I'm on your ass, boy, you better know what come with it
You get punched with it
Or get slumped with it
Got this bitch from Memphis

She be trippin', playin' Big 30
If I ever got a box, you in, you get did dirty
Need a session, I'ma lock it in for like 10:30
Hundo when you finna drop again, what's the big hurry

You can never rush greatness just be patient
I know yah waiting
It's a canvas watch how I paint it

I can't walk up out the studio until my picture painted
Real slimy, free Lil Lucci though, but I got bigger rankin
Ridin' down St. Louis Avenue, but shit, I'm still in Vegas
They say I been actin' new, cause I know I got millions waitin

I peep niggas stealing flavor
Remember I was stealing paper
I know that I'm still the greatest
I know that I'm still her favorite

You want smoke, I turn Jamaican
I'm all black, but not a Haitian
You gon' catch some Z's fasho
Yo bitch on her knees fasho

It ain't money, need to go
If you give a reason, blow
I'm on point, I need to score
And that's all you need to know

And that's all you need to know
And that's all you need to know

Written by:
Emanuel Webb

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