Lyrics Where I Be - King Magnetic, DOCWILLROB

Where I Be

HOOK
You might got a few goons — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might have a nice plug — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might got a few guns — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might do a few runs — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
Vital organs what the shank’ll hit — No gang but it’s gangsta shit,
Blow my nose that’s a gangsta boogie, Have em stiff on some planking shit,
I was out in that wilderness — risking all of my life span — 45 on my waist
line — back my words like a hype man, No windows in a white van — kidnapping or
a big clapping push a wig back when I’m SIG packing — independent with a big
backing, fix actions or a quick slashing — sick passion for the moola stack —
gun charge now the ruler’s back — shots burn no Yukon jack, No jack Daniel’s
just Mac handles — fat vandals that crack codes, crack smiles from a crack sale
— soul feel like a black hole, Back to backs then we hit the tellie — i ain’t
calling if I hit your cellie — that was back in that prison yard — my shooter
posted like a prison guard, When the rhythm off/I just hit em off — wait for a
week til they get em off, wait til it cheap then I get it all, switch up cribs
when the shit evolve, there’s pitfalls and burnt bridges — gun slingers that
turned snitches — young chickens with mad kids and the youngbols done turned
vicious!
HOOK
You might got a few goons — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might have a nice plug — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might got a few guns — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might do a few runs — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
Canada ain’t an option to dip — couldn’t find em shot up the whip — niggas
shook so they got at my bitch — gloves on — when I top off the clip,
county time — on a rit — you don’t know about big appeals — you ain’t cop out
to save ya man — you don’t how my niggas feel, I don’t know if you thugging or
bugging — either way I’m punching or cutting — New years eve — busting for
nothing — I get down — what’s the discussion — came up off of trapping —
maintain off of rapping — payday off of fractions — vacay off of the action —
AK at the auction — fatal wounds and coffins, let my brother hold the pound
homie blew it often, wipe it down with the cleaning kit — mean the shit when I
say the words — young Tyson cause I play with birds, make it hot then I play
the burbs!
HOOK
You might got a few goons — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might_have a nice plug — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might got a few guns — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!
You might do a few runs — but You don’t be where I be!
You don’t be where I be!
You don’t see what I see!