Текст песни The Madd Rapper f Black Rob, Nature - They Just Don`t Know
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What the fucks up? Q.U. nigga Chorus (D-Dot)Yo, they just don`t know, they just don`t knowwe do or die for the dough, whether friend or foefrom Queens to BK to Uptown we flowYo, they just don`t know, they just don`t knowVerse 1: NatureYo, pins and needles, needles and pins peoples and friendsplain clothes D`s on the benchI figure niggas is with me or either against I`m speakin` sense to the derilicsintelligent, get ya`ll broken up quick if ya delicatesmokin` better shit than the average doI travel to Two Fifth and Madison Avenuethat`ll do, I`m gettin` high with a rat or twoso whats next?if she don`t have an attitude? rough sexI seen some sects throw it up, some get robbedthey show love just to those on their sidesome rely on their instinctsyoung and deadly delinquentsit goes beyond me, so whats 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 2xVerse 2: Black Rob All these novice niggasnowadays I don`t even notice niggaswhy Black? too many bogus niggasI represent that clique that you wit` since you was youngerthe one with gun wounds in our armorsince rich days my shit sprays, ya`ll gon` payfuck bein` nice for too long I kept my niggas at Baynow I`m right up on that assred light up on that assmurder, then I`m`a catch a flight up on that assno more playin`, ya`ll know the routine, the resumecatch atleast two to your spleen, but hey the other Ten`s for your other Mensshit I`m`a go hard, I`m thinkin` kill ya`ll and cop another Benzmy shit tight like mouths on BK kidsthe gutter still lives in BR won`t nothin` giveand of course it the one that talks shitthe one that chalks shit then comes back around the way and reinforceshitYa`ll niggas lost it and can`t face upso we bought mad C4 to blow the place upfuckin` with Black you fuckin` with cakefuckin` with Madd you fuckin` with Nateeither way it`s all great.Chorus 2xVerse 3: D-DotI write verse after verse until I perfect itI`m sick with it kid, infectedcome inside the paint and get your shit rejectedfeelin` just a little mad and disrespectedbring your best 16`s, 24`s, 32`sall soloists, duo`s and three man crewsit`s simple math, me minus youT minus two, one, blast offhit the L twice then pass offsnatch your bitch then jacked your whip and dashed offyou got too comfortable kid, you asked for ityou just like your bitch, in your jeep, shoes off, feet all up on yourdash boardyou`re jackin` off, slackin` off my Four-Four bust and you backin` off I told you Mangame on the line, I`m the go-to Manshit never changed, don`t let me hold two granddon`t make this uglyI need cash, I don`t care if you love metook the wrong road maybe `cause Moms didn`t hug meand Pops bouncedfound out dough is what countsit`s all about the Benjamins baby in large amountswhen it comes to bricks I flip like acrobats when it comes to hits I spit like Platinum plaquescrazy cat, no need to ask who`s track is that `cause ya`ll are real life haters, I just act like that. Chorus 4x