They Just Don't Know

What the fucks up? Q.U. nigga [Chorus] Yo, they just don't know, they just don't know We do or die for the dough, whether friend or foe From Queens to BK to Uptown we flow Yo, they just don't know, they just don't know Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins Peoples and friends Plain clothes D's on the bench I figure niggas is with me or either against I'm speakin' sense to the derilics Intelligent, get ya'll broken up quick if ya delicate Smokin' better shit than the average do I travel to Two Fifth and Madison Avenue That will do, I'm gettin' high with a rat or two So what's next? If she don't have an attitude? rough sex I seen some sects throw it up, some get robbed They show love just to those on their side Some rely on their instincts Young and deadly delinquents It goes beyond me, so what's it gon' be? Why would niggas call it drama if it don't involve heat? That nigga Robby and Dotty too Before they starve me I'd rather wild out and be in ICU. [Chorus: x2] All these novice niggas Nowadays I don't even notice niggas Why Black? too many bogus niggas I represent that clique that you wit' since you was younger The one with gun wounds in our armor Since rich days my shit sprays, ya'll gon' pay Fuck bein' nice for too long I kept my niggas at Bay Now I'm right up on that ass Red light up on that ass Murder, then I'm'a catch a flight up on that ass No more playin', ya'll know the routine, the resume Catch atleast two to your spleen, but hey The other Ten's for your other Mens Shit I'm'a go hard, I'm thinkin' kill ya'll and cop another Benz My shit tight like mouths on BK kids The gutter still lives in BR won't nothin' give And of course it the one that talks shit The one that chalks shit then comes back around the way and reinforce shit Y'all niggas lost it and can't face up So we bought mad C4 to blow the place up Fuckin' with Black you fuckin' with cake Fuckin' with Madd you fuckin' with Nate Either way it's all great. [Chorus: x2] I write verse after verse until I perfect it I'm sick with it kid, infected Come inside the paint and get your shit rejected Feelin' just a little mad and disrespected Bring your best 16's, 24's, 32's All soloists, duo's and three man crews It's simple math, me minus you T minus two, one, blast off Hit the L twice then pass off Snatch your bitch then jacked your whip and dashed off You got too comfortable kid, you asked for it You just like your bitch, in your jeep, shoes off, feet all up on your Dash board You're jackin' off, slackin' off My Four-Four bust and you backin' off I told you Man Game on the line, I'm the go-to Man Shit never changed, don't let me hold two grand Don't make this ugly I need cash, I don't care if you love me Took the wrong road maybe 'cause Moms didn't hug me And Pops bounced Found out dough is what counts It's all about the Benjamins baby in large amounts When it comes to bricks I flip like acrobats When it comes to hits I spit like Platinum plaques Crazy cat, no need to ask who's track is that 'Cause y'all are real life haters, I just act like that. [Chorus: x4]