Текст песни Erick Sermon - Do You Know
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Spike Lee..WAKE UP!!!!!!!!Yeah, word(Do you know, where you`re goin to) Yes(Do you like the things that life is showin you) Uhh, industry uh(Where are you goin to) Uh[Erick Sermon]Aiyyo what`s goin on y`all (nuttin) whassup?It`s a few things you should know so let`s touch up (okay)I was once one of y`all, I admitBut I never judge a book by it`s cover, mine was rippedLook, most of y`all was a first class memberAnd now you`re gone and it`s past NovemberWord to Wyclef, I test the bestto go against the industry, without plan BAnd don`t count those that made itEven those one hundred million bucks still don`t equal upYo, where you live, you got a crib?I bet you got some brand Timbs, car got brand new rimsLook, it happened to Prince, it happened to MichaelIt happened to Bobby, it happened to Whitney, is y`all wit me?Yo, things go wrong when there`s no hit songThis chorus made for you, so y`all sing along, come on[Chorus] w/ ad libs(Do you know, where you`re goin to)(Do you like the things that life is showin you)(Where are you goin to)(Do you know, what you`re goin through)(Do you like the things that life is showin you)(Where are you goin to)[Erick Sermon]Second, aiyyo I done checked the Vibe on any Rap SheetIt`s the same beefs, even athletes (uh-huh)There`s five types of ballplayersVolley, foot, soocer, basket, base - all in the same race (to win)What happen when the clock stop (uh?)Injury, and no more wicked jump shots (two!)ESPN ends...There goes your 2 million fans and there goes your friends (uh-huh)They don`t care who you are and what you didYou a "Where Are They Now?" VH-1 type kid (it`s over)Major fact is, all the actors madCause they Rolls been takin by rappers"How High?" You thought you had it all figured outGet the car, get the truck, and then get the house (uh-huh)Touchy subject, I ain`t wanna paint this pictureBut Picasso`s dead, so I did it instead, do you know[Chorus] w/ ad libs[Erick Sermon]Listen, uh-huhThis is for the nine to five worker, or nine to five hustlerThat had to make ends meet, in the kitchen or the streetI wish drugs was food and water was liquorSo you`d kick back, kill thirst and not kill niggazEvery real gangsters diesTony, Al Capone, Gotti, Bonnie & ClydeIt`s almost done for you, it`s about to endEither linin six by two, or live in a 8 by 10 of sin[Chorus] w/ ad libs[Sermon]Yeah, wake up, serious, yeahHuh, do you know