| [DMX] Uhh, yeah Another one of those - this is for my nigga Q - down to earth joints Rest in peace baby, you're not for me dawg [Chorus] They don't knooow, who we beee They don't knooow, who we beee [DMX over Chorus] That's how many that don't know, they knew I could do it! This goes out to my nigga Q - rest in peace baby They still ain't ready... [DMX] What they don't know is! The bullshit, the drama (uhh), the guns, the armour (what?) The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what?!) The projects, the drugs (uhh!), the children, the thugs (uhh!) The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (c'mon!) The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uhh!) The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often (why?!) The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em (what?!) Yonkers, the Bronx (uhh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!) The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uhh!) The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uhh!) The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes (what?!) The studios, the shows, comes, and it goes (c'mon!) The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!) The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (whoo!) The snakes, the grass, too long, to see (uhh, uhh!) The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree (c'mon!) [Chorus 2X] [DMX] What we seeing is! The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment (uh-huh) The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (aight) The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle (uh-huh) The release, the warning ... |
