You I Never Knew

[Verse 1: Skip] Every time I'm in the kitchen, you in the kitchen Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that fish in Listen, I know we just came from fishin' But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money that I'm missin' I got 'em posted, told 'em "Move and I'ma murder y'all" You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' y'all And only 'cause my man heard of y'all Other than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] I went from oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp I went from bare bubble coats, to brand new minks And yo, my neck upgraded, my wrist's upgraded I stay C of F, I ain't got time for Jacob I'm still on the strip, tryin' to get my grims off Nigga tryin' to flip and it's a Mexican standoff I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil Dressed in all black, lookin' for souls to steal [Chorus] Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything [Verse 3: Young Buck] I put the two mags up to your durag and rock-a-bye baby I'm in the blue Jag with new tags in case you wanna chase I never knew that, the impact, comin' up out a Desert Eagle A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin' call my people We got these fiends pourin' liters, and they shootin' needles Need to be takin' your connection 'cause we got it cheaper Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air stewardess Who knows the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine hows and a laser And the party is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor Your hollerin' for praise ya Catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha And the swallow game major These cowards ain't gangsta They tellin' you lies by sellin' you dreams And they ain't felons, they fiends Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still on the run [Chorus] Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything [Verse 5: Juvenile] Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke Wodie what you want, you want X, you want dro Shit you got beef, I got a tec and a fo' You feelin' hot and moist, I even get you a ho If you don't got no whip, I get you a car If you don't got no skills, I get your some bars My nigga, we don't cut it, we serve it raw Got anythin' you want, play us awful hard [Verse 6: 50 Cent] My 22's bling, so niggas scheme 745 I clean, digital scale nigga, fuck a triple beam Coffee pot to cook coke, dro to smoke, I was born to loc Method cut the coke, 50 no joke I ain't "Scarface," no women, no kids, I don't give a fuck Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to duck With a P-90 Ruger, I put shots all through ya If you survive you gonna feel what talons do to ya [Chorus] Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything Little bit of dust, little bit of cocaine Little bit of dro, little bit of heroin A little bit of ecstasy That's why your bitch want to be next to me We sell a little bit of everything