Who We Be Songtext

von DMX

[DMX]
Uh
Yeah
Another one of those, down to earth joints
There's so many that don't know
This goes out to my nigga Q
Rest in peace baby
They still ain't ready
What they don't know is...

[Hook 2x: overlapping DMX talking]
They don't know
Who we be

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 2]
What we seein' 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
Probhation, parole
The new charge, the bail
The warrant, the hole
The cell, the bus
The ride up North
That brings the boots
The yard, these hearts
The fightin', the stabbin'
The pullin', the grabbin'
The 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

[Hook 4x]

[Verse 3]
This one is all about...
My wife, my kids
The life that I live
Through the night I was his
Never bite, 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 (Please)
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
Aiight?

[Hook 8x]

Man listen
These motherfuckers don't know
Who we are
They don't know
They couldn't possibly fuckin' know dog
That's from the heart