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| Who We Be [DMX] ZwanMusic.org : Song List | ![]() |
![]() Matt rapped Who We Be twice once on 11/18/2001 and another time on 11/21/2001. Lyrics posted at DMX's actual lyrics. ![]() 2001-11-20 - The Roxy - Los Angeles, CA, US 2001-11-17 - Galaxy Theatre - Santa Ana, CA, US | ![]() Uhh, yeah Another one of those This is for my nigga Q Down to earth joints Rest in peace baby, you're not far away dawg They don't know, who we be That's how many that don't know They knew I could do it 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 grass, too long, to see The lawnmower, sittin, right next, to the tree What we seeing is! The streets, the cops, the system, harrassment 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, these 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 (Chorus 2x) 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? Man listen These motherfuckers don't know, who we are! They don't know They couldn't possibly fuckin know dawg That's from the heart |
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