The cell, the bus, the ride, up north
The lawyers, the part, they are, of the puzzle
They don't know, who we be
My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole
What we seein' is
Through the night, I was his, it was right, but I did
(They don't know, who we be)
The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment
The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked
The twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats
They knew I could do it
Uhh, yeah
They don't know, who we be
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs
One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer
Rest in peace, baby
The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins
Down to earth joints
The wrong, the right, it's gone, aight?
The shit, hit the ceilin', little boy, with no feelin's
The snakes, the grass, too long, to see
The release, the warning, "Try not, to get in trouble"
These motherfuckers don't know, who we are
They don't know, who we be
The days, the months, the years, dispair
The studios, the shows, comes and it goes
They don't know, who we be
(They don't know, who we be)
Another one of those
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin'
The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
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The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armour
Wish God, I didn't have 'em, but I'm glad that He made 'em
Man listen
They don't know, who we be
(This goes out to my nigga Q)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin'
Yonkers, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama
The greens, the boots, the yard, the hearts
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened
They don't know, who we be
What they don't know is
(They still ain't ready)
This is for my nigga Q
That's how many that don't know
That's from the heart
This here is all about
The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
(Rest in peace, baby)
Somebody stop me, somebody come and get me
My mother, my father, I love 'em, I hate 'em
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
My wife, my kids, the life that I live
The snitches, the odds, probation, parole
Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
The two years in a box, revenge, the plots
The problems, the things, we use, to solve 'em
They don't know
The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile
The lawnmower, sittin', right next, to the tree
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The guns, knives and bats, everytime we scrap
The one that gave 'em the slugs, the one that put 'em in me
The dark, the light, my heart, the fight
Little did I know, that the Lord was ridin' with me
The heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often
They don't know, who we be
They don't know, who we be
You're not for me dawg
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know dawg
My ups, and downs, my slips, my falls