Who We Be

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 That's how many that don't know They knew I could do it They don't know, who we be (This goes out to my nigga Q) (Rest in peace, baby) They don't know, who we be (They still ain't ready) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armour 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 heartbroken mothers, it happens, too often The problems, the things, we use, 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 the slugs, the one that put 'em in me The snakes, the gra*s, too long, to 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, harra*sment The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha a*s 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 hearts 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 twenty-three hours that's locked, the one hour that's not The silence, the dark, the mind, so fragile The wish, that the streets, would have took you, when they had you The days, the months, the years, dispair 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, but 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, everytime we scrap The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' The shit, hit the ceilin', little boy, with no feelin's The frustration, rage, trapped inside a cage Got beatin's 'til the age, I carried a twelve gauge Somebody stop me, 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, aight? 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 They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be Man listen (They don't know, who we be) These motherf**kers don't know, who we are They don't know (They don't know, who we be) They couldn't possibly f**kin' know dawg That's from the heart