Lyrics Who We Be - DMX
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,
dog)
They
don't
know
who
we
be
(you
still
here
with
me?)
What
they
don't
know
is
The
bullshit,
the
drama
(uh),
the
guns,
the
armor
(uh)
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
(come
on)
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
(come
on)
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
hoes
(what?)
The
studios,
the
shows,
comes
and
it
goes
(come
on)
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
(come
on)
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
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,
these
hearts
(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
23
hours
that's
locked,
the
1 hour
that's
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
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
(uh-huh),
the
life
that
I
live
(uh-huh)
Through
the
night,
I
was
his
(uh-huh),
it
was
right,
but
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
didn't
have
'em,
but
I'm
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
(come
on)
The
hustlin',
the
dealin',
the
robbin',
the
stealin'
(uh)
The
shit
hit
the
ceiling',
little
boy
with
no
feelings
(damn)
The
frustration,
rage,
trapped
inside
a
cage
Got
beatin's
'til
the
age
I
carried
a
12
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),
it's
gone
(uh),
aight?
They
don't
know
who
we
be
They
don't
know
who
we
be
(man
listen)
They
don't
know
who
we
be
(these
motherfuckers
don't
know
who
we
are)
They
don't
know
who
we
be
(they
don't,
they
couldn't
possibly
fuckin'
know,
dawg)
That's
from
the
heart
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la,
da-la,
da-la
Da-la,
da-la
Dawg,
this
shit
is
crazy
1 School Street
2 Sometimes
3 Trina Moe
4 You Could Be Blind
5 You Could Be Blind
6 Pull Out (skit)
7 I'ma Bang
8 Number 11
9 I Miss You
10 I Miss You
11 When I'm Nothing
12 Damien 3
13 Damien III
14 Shorty Was da Bomb
15 Bloodline Anthem
16 The Prayer IV
17 A Minute for Your Son
18 Pull Up (skit)
19 You Could Be Blind
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