Letra de You Don't Know

[Intro: The Truth & Deuce]
Deuce, I think I see dead people
Yeah, Nine Lives
It's 187

[Chorus: The Truth]
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 1: The Truth]
Black chucks, black gloves, stolen with different plates
I'm the bomb like an ace, blowing up in your face
Blowing on that fucking haze, none of this is new to me
Nine Lives, motherfucker, been 'bout the jewerely
All day at the range, working on my game
Far from it, fucking laying back seat, getting brain
My screws ain't loose, homie listen, they missing
The clock's steady ticking, winding while I'm grinding
Kind of cloudy in the outie, sitting on some new wheels
Got a bottle of that bottle of prescribed pills
Pounding on that brown liquor, trying not to lose it
I ain't the type to flash the pistol unless I'mma use it
48 Laws of Power brushing through my memory
All this hate around me giving me the energy
I don't sleep, I take naps, money bring power
Gotta get this dough and I ain't talking 'bout the flour

[Chorus: The Truth]
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 2: Truth]
You see me in traffic, maybe we can smoke a blunt
While Malcolm's in the middle, you can catch me in the front
You can learn a thing or two, I'm giving out lessons
The Truth, motherfucker, got answers to questions
Same year my father died, my choices was limited
Don't try to put my sneakers on unless you can fit in them
Running out of options, there ain't nothing I could ask for
You ain't flying till you got stamps on your passport
I ain't no photographer, you'll never catch me flash
I'm playing on Jason without the motherfucking mask
Real funny how these squeakers sucking on that glass dick
Ain't nobody faithful, bitch, black talk, paperclips
Keep digging, little hamster punk bitch rat cats
But speak when you're spoken to, maybe I might answer
I drive-by and quiet down all the fucking noise
Respect your elders, I ain't playing with you boys

[Chorus: The Truth]
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same

[Verse 3: The Truth]
All my life been alone, I don't need no damn help
Shadowbox, the one they talking all about, my damn wealth
California king, kush grow, ride this fucking dick
Money in a Swiss bank, jewels in a fish tank
Got a problem with me, I'mma shoot it through your fucking polo
I'm a bird, call me Dodo, I'mma paint the perfect photo
I'mma keep it density, go while I'm creeping through the night
Cops come around, I'mma shake them like I'm shooting dice
Trunks stay open, like a snake, watch it rattle
I'm too much to handle, go to church, burn a candle
Must be lacking little milk, the way these kids crying
I can see through it they teeth, the way these kids lying
The Truth got night-vision, all he sees is fucking green-ass shit
Pop off like the tactic, cause a scene
I fucked her in the back room, black hair, red cool
Came to turn Hollywood into Cancun, yeah

[Chorus: The Truth]
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same
I gon' take it to the grave
I gon' run this rap game
I gon' make you feel the pain
It's hip-hop and it ain't gon' be the same