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)
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
What they dont know is
The bullshit, the drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)
The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama (what!)
The projects, the drugs (uh!), the children, the thugs (Uh!)
The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs (cmon!)
The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins (uh!)
The heartbroken mothers - it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the things we use to solve em (what!)
Yonkers, the Bronx (uh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (cmon!)
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain (uh!)
The jerk, the fame, the work, the game (uh!)
The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hos (what!)
The studios, the shows, comes and it goes (cmon!)
The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave em the slugs, the one that put em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the grass too long to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin right next to the tree (cmon!)
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
What we seeing is
The streets, the cops, the system, harassment (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, "Try not, to get in trouble." (Damn!)
The snitches, the odds (uh), probation, parole (what!)
The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus, the ride up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the boots, the yard, the court (uh!)
The fightin, the stabbin, the pullin, the grabbin (what!)
The riot squad with the captain, nobody knows what happened (what!)
The two years in a box, revenge, the plots (uh!)
The twenty-three hours thats locked, the one hour thats not (uh!)
The silence, the dark, the mind so fragile (aight!)
The wish that the streets would have took you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months, the years, despair
One night on my knees, here it comes: the prayer
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
This here is all about
My wife, my kids (uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night I was his (uh-huh), it was right what I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs (uh), my slips, my falls (uh)
My trials and tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father - I love em, I hate em (uh!)
Wish God, I didnt have em, but Im glad that he made em (uh!)
The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats (what, what!)
The guns, knives and bats, every time we scrap
The hustlin, the dealin, the robbin, the stealin (uh!)
The shit hit the ceilin, little boy with no feelins (damn)
The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage
The beatings till the age I carried a twelve gauge (aight!)
Somebody stop me (please!), somebody come and get me (what!)
Little did I know that the Lord was ridin with me
The dark, the light (uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the right (uh!), its gone (uh!), aight!
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be
They dont know who we be