Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Y'all Don't Know, artist - Bizzy Bone. Date of issue: 16.02.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Y'all Don't Know |
| Little Layzie made the plan up And Wish said I wouldn’t bust |
| Til he was witness to my sickness, started pickin’em off |
| What? |
| When I was a baby, pops callin’me bitch, hurtin’my moms |
| Gimme the reason to stop your breathin' |
| And I will leave him eatin’lesions |
| I ain’t even drop the bomb |
| In the nineties i’m at Juvi, |
| til I escaped in Cleveland, sinnin’and shootin’Uzis |
| You won’t punk me, a stack don’t front me No crack, put it up and laugh |
| And get with the Bone Thugs mash |
| In the winter walkin', real weezy by myself |
| And dreams of hookin’with Eazy made me queasy |
| Maybe no food and bad health |
| You see, my forefathers left me no wealth, put it in my loins |
| And plus, my groins stay poised |
| And only count on yourself |
| Damn, who would’ve found thanks, swing I’m slick |
| And even though I’ma stick all of my shit, you better back off em, bitch |
| Remember crack them broads blastin’with Deuce |
| Deuce isn’t missin’over some dick |
| I’m still laughin’on my mission |
| You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use |
| You gotta be careful who you choose |
| (Bizzy) |
| See, in the trenches with my henchmen |
| Respecting the blessings given on the commison |
| While my pops is all locked up in prison, I miss him |
| With no child hood tales, I was a daddy at twelve |
| Hell, I love my children all is well |
| Oh yeah, sell a key for payments |
| See my baby’s need it daily |
| Lay Lay I see you’re shady, huh |
| Niggas must be crazy |
| I love my lady but no way will she play me for pay, baby |
| And i’m down for mine, give up my money, money |
| Nigga, they can’t fade me make it clear hustlin’year to year |
| Why don’t you lend in need cause niggas is out here strugglin' |
| Holdin’back the tears, but it ain’t nothin' |
| Somethin', somethin', but enough to blow up the functions |
| One of my homies that I buck with, oh |
| (Chorus: repeat 2X) |
| You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use |
| You gotta be careful who you choose |
| (Bizzy) |
| You know what I tell her with hella attitude, do what you gotta do Go fuck who you wanna fuck |
| Smoke with whoever you want to Wait a minute when it might haunt you |
| And while every nigga in jail found the Lord |
| Cause it’s time to visit the parole board |
| I stay strapped down, hold the gat down, hit the floor |
| I’m comin’up outta this motherfucker through the door |
| Niggas come when the money’s abundant |
| But then start runnin’when it ain’t no fun |
| And when the war gets close, and niggas get gun-sick |
| Tellin’me to think about my kids |
| Big bitch, swear to God, they ain’t punk |
| You can turn a ho into a house wife |
| Or fake niggas into real niggas |
| Where everyone wanna be in the limelight |
| Or they wanna be the niggas to kill on the frontline |
| Stickin to the message, |
| cause other motherfuckers have you thinkin like prison |
| They ain’t tryin to go to Heaven |
| Might as well pull out your weapon and blast yourself |
| I had a vision of a little division |
| I’m on a mission traveling the world |
| Talk to all the little children, the adults is fake |
| And don’t listen, watch your back |
| A nigga had a premonition |
| (Chorus) (repeat 'til fade) |
| You gotta be careful where you go You gotta be careful what you do You gotta be careful who you use |
| You gotta be careful who you choose |
| (Bizzy — repeat 2X) |
| I don’t wanna rock the pump |
| But I’ma do it if I have to pop the trunk |
| And I’ma get 'em niggas thinkin they missed me what |
| Nigga that thuggish ruggish fucked them up |