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Who We Be


Uh yeah
Another one of those
(This is for my nigga Q)
Down to earth joints
(Rest in peace, baby, you know how we roll)
There's so many that don't know
(You knew I could do it)

They don't know who we be
(This goes out to my nigga Q)
(Rest in peace, baby, I miss you, dawg)
They don't know who we be
(But you still here with me)

What they don't know is
The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armor
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama
The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins
The heart broken mothers
It happens to often (why?)

The problems, the things we used to solve 'em
Yonkers, The Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes
The studios, the shows, Comes and it goes
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly
The one that gave 'em slugs
The one that put 'em in me
The snakes, the grass too long too see
The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree

They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be

What we seein' is
The streets, the cops, the system, harassment
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
The lawyers, the part they are of the puzzle
The release, the warning: Try not to get in trouble
The snitches, the odds, probation, parole
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole
The cell, the bus, the ride up North
The greens, the boots, the yard, the court
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin'

The riot squad with the captain
Nobody knows what happened
The two years in a box, revenge, the plots
The 23 hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
The silence, the dark, the mind so fragile
The wish that the streets
Would've took you when they had you
The days, the months, the years, despair
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer

They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be

This here is all about
My wife, my kids, the life that I live
Through the night I was his
It was right what I did
My ups and downs, my slips, my falls
My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls
My mother, my father
I love 'em, I hate 'em
Wish God, I didn't have 'em but I'm glad that he made 'em
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats
The guns, knives and bats
Every time we scrap
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin'
This shit hit the ceilin', little boy with no feelin's
The frustration rage trapped inside a cage
The beatings till the age I carried a twelve gauge
Somebody stop me (please!)
Somebody come and get me
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light, my heart, the fight
The wrong, the right, It's gone, a'ight?

They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be
They don't know who we be

Man, listen
(They don't know who we be)
These muthafuckas don't know who we are
They don't know
(They don't know who we be)
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know, dawg
That's from the heart

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Composição: DMX / Earl Simmons / Mickey Davis. Essa informação está errada? Nos avise.
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