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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

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