| Yo, yo, yo, I’ma have to stand up
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| Take game, I got grabbed up
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| Asking me questions, interogating
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| The way the hatin, they just remind me of satan
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| Keep em motivating, police asking questions about this and this
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| I don’t know shit, and hell no, I don’t know 5 or 6
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| I’m confined to a small room
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| I celly off to my beeper, thought I had to sues
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| And the headache, was the feelings for me and my crew
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| To take impostas, impalas and black sues
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| Big boys, and LL cues
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| I’m thinking like deep cover
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| I’m in too deep, like Donnie Brasco
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| Who could be the asshole
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| I make sure the motherfucker don’t last long
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| Roll to the castle where my niggas be, triggers be
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| Blowin they backs out, they felt the misery
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| And the decision be, spill coffee
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| Who’s on the beats I can’t be locked up
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| They had evidence, make the scenery all dense
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| But it’s Ok my lawyer will approach the bench
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| I don’t know nobody, and I ain’t seen shit
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| Thats the way it is, you try to lock me up
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| Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz
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| Cause I don’t know nobody, and I ain’t seen shit
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| That’s the way it is, you try to lock me up
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| Put me in cuffs, motherfucker handle your biz
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| Pop, they caught me off guard
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| I was stuck the beat shit fucked
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| I went down to my knees
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| And put out the trees
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| I sat down on the benches
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| He snuck his dog on my five senses
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| All I could hear was a walky talky saying «I got em»
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| I’m asking the charge, yeah you know he shot em
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| We biscuit printed plus your first henes borrowin
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| I ain’t heard nuff yet, next day daily news read
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| Murder suspect, 19, down in Queens
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| Day of rainment where he had slim chance to win it
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| Two asses from bail so they gave glances
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| It’s Friday, had to lay for the weekend stretch
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| First thing, Monday morning, calling for street connects
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| Man I forgot the machine they callin for
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| Fuck a message all they need is it playin back
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| I’m confined a 8 by 12 flat
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| With bums niggas who sell crack
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| Flippin off the the world
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| It’s like 4 in the morning and the crib sleeping easily
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| My dogs got me off feet face me slow down
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| I’m like what the fuck the deal
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| He’s like the shut the fuck up
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| We got evidence, we know the deal
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| They got tape confessions of your man
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| Whiping out your man
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| Key witness to the stands
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| I should have played yours
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| The moving bar to my moms get the news to bar
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| Same time Jake taking me out
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| Same line gonna try and fake me out
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| Sitting in the van pointing face out
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| Soon as I hit the plan, the course going close the plan
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| Take em out, take em out, before the court day out
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| I won’t say, but by tomorrow, I’m out
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| Nothing to say follow snitch
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| Lay low, and hollow him out
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| And pones is wilding too
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| Niggas like Maze got the same time as you
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| Walking down a half dee, snatch me up
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| Little g’s no pad
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| These niggas gonna cuff me up
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| On stayed in the back so he could scuff me up
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| Blows from the walky talky, gonna fuck me up
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| Asking me about shit I knew, but won’t tell
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| Just you and Baby D, ain’t nobody depending on me
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| Saying if I won’t talk, I’ll wait in the cell
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| They got evidence to leave me in jail
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| There’s no time for this shit
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| Just sign the statement
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| If you snitching, you won’t have to say shit
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| Reverse pyschology, he trying to lie to me
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| He try to pin me for murder
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| And a string of robberies
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| Plus you a ex-con send me to the book
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| Cause press on
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| Cash and bonds, they won’t last very long
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| I know they frontin, they got nothing on me
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| I ain’t saying shit, why these niggas saying something |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't Know Nobody , by - Capone-N-Noreaga. Song from the album The Reunion, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп