Royce Da 5'9" - I Don't Know lyrics

[Hook] x2 Man these streets keep on callin me Will I ever make it out of here I dont know 4x [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] Check man it's something bout that rush that you get When you cut up a brick When you riding by the narcs right after bustin' a lick When put that V in park and shorty s**in' ya dick And you do that sh** so much that sometimes you f**in' forget It's the way they respect you, the way that they fear you No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you It's something about that rubber band bout to pop and dimes trying to hold ya f**in hand walking out the spot Everyday a pay day, you never try and make way Feelin like JJ, dynamite in ya hay day May kick it like Pelé on the stair 'round a way day Or wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay They mad like ?, you tryna find Advil It's that type of morning, you spent last night ballin' God spoke to me I know that rap's my calling But even with these Dres loud I hear that fast life calling [Hook] [Verse 2: Joe Budden] Dawg, the streets used to have my number Back when I had the 15 inch screen Middle console of the Hummer Back when I thought it'd be my last summer Starin' at the burner eyes wider than a plunger Where on sight they would expunge ya Had I stayed I wouldn't have lasted long Taught me everything at my high school they didn't have cla**es on Older n***as pa**ed it on There's a gap in our generation, these younger dudes is [?] We used to ask who was snitchin' but nowadays who ain't? Had to keep the 4 pound every block had his own pound If a showdown where to go down, they'll turn this sh** into a ghost town Lost so many n***as we could be goin fast Honestly I don't think a morning pa**ed I wasn't mourning who had pa**ed And after that life expectancy, what we don't expect to see It's a bunch of n***as breathing right now that's dead to me And I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully I lose all my celebrity all my Rugers left with me [Hook] [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Every now and then you gotta demonstrate Bust a n***a head for old times sake Look at those signs say Welcome to the D The city that sittin inside a mitten You know the crime state Where Jimmy Hoffa's body locked away in a safe At a time in place where not even time safe I wear a hoodie to war they talkin about me now I wonder would he mature he suppose to be lookin for me now Claim they hidin from me now Until you find me with my foot in your door The street said I made a s**tape No the f** i didn't If i did MTV would nominated me for a Woody Award Thats off the topic tho n***as walked in my house and shoppin in my closet dog im not the store With everything i do n***as still sh** on me See Boogie Brown told me get over it n***as just ain't like you And Imma take cuz advice and move on from you n***as Try to move on me Imma take yo life [Hook]