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don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you seen what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by
donâ??t know me
You donâ??t know the history I got on these streets
Only if you seen what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by
don?t know me
You don?t know the history I got on these streets
Only if you seen what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by
You donâ??t know the history I got on these streets
Only if you seen what my eyes have seen

Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by G's
If you
don't know me
You don't know the history I got on these streets
Only if you seen what my eyes have seen
Then you'll understand why I'm surrounded by
keep boppin' (g-eah)
Like back when the nigga was glockin'

See now a days seems like everybody want to be killers
Gorillas getting high off they
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
Gotta see a couple people
I ain't got
Making somethin' outta nothing
Because everybody fifty cents
From a quarter
Where I come from
Yeah
The streets ain't timid
But I feel at home in it
nigga we gon apply pressure
N all the niggas over here certified wettas

(verse 3)
Now if you ain't respected by the streets, then pussy nigga move
'cause
How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
for what, for what I don't know they tied him
When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,
When these so called thug niggas played in the street
I used to hear the stories
Live niggas here before me
Like the Rich Porters, the Fat Cats,
richer 

Shit is a hassle in this rotten apple, kids robbin coppin capsules 
Rockin tattoos, boppin with ankles locked in shackles 
Got the cops joggin
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning

I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know

Girl you