Ron "Amen-Ra" Lawrence - They Just Don't Know lyrics

What the f**s up? Q.U. n***a Chorus (D-Dot) 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 Verse 1: Nature Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins Peoples and friends Plain clothes D's on the bench I figure n***as 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 sh** than the average do I travel to Two Fifth and Madison Avenue That'll do, I'm gettin' high with a rat or two So whats next? If she don't have an attitude? rough s** 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 whats it gon' be? Why would n***as call it drama if it don't involve heat? That n***a Robby and Dotty too Before they starve me I'd rather wild out and be in ICU Chorus 2x Verse 2: Black Rob All these novice n***as Nowadays I don't even notice n***as Why Black? too many bogus n***as I represent that clique that you wit' since you was younger The one with gun wounds in our armor Since rich days my sh** sprays, ya'll gon' pay f** bein' nice for too long I kept my n***as at Bay Now I'm right up on that a** Red light up on that a** Murder, then I'm'a catch a flight up on that a** 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 sh** I'm'a go hard, I'm thinkin' k** ya'll and cop another Benz My sh** tight like mouths on BK kids The gutter still lives in BR won't nothin' give And of course it the one that talks sh** The one that chalks sh** then comes back around the way and reinforce sh** Ya'll n***as lost it and can't face up So we bought mad C4 to blow the place up f**in' with Black you f**in' with cake f**in' with Madd you f**in' with Nate Either way it's all great Chorus 2x Verse 3: D-Dot I write verse after verse until I perfect it I'm sick with it kid, infected Come inside the paint and get your sh** 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 pa** off Snatch your b**h then jacked your whip and dashed off You got too comfortable kid, you asked for it You just like your b**h, 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 sh** 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 ya'll are real life haters, I just act like that Chorus 4x