DUN KNOW

Yeah
(Uh-huh)
Can't stop it, na
Yeah

(Uh)
Word to the deity's prophet
I pop it then pop-lock it
I got it
They can't stop it
I drop it
They can't top it
Na, they can't top it
They hate it
They can't knock it
I feel it
They tryna watch it

Who's who?
Nigga who's you?
I got no clue

Black on Black
Boy you look like me
What I do to you? (Like what I do)
Up it up
Come up out them Jewels
Come up out them shoes
You got no heart to kill
That's what my shooter do (Bow)

Big up, big up
It's a stick up, stick up
Haffi lick up, lick up
Dem ah shit up, shit up
Ah seh
Big up, big up
It's a stick up, stick up
Haffi lick up, lick up
Dem ah shit up, shit up
(Shit up, shit up)

Shot's fired (Uh)
Man down
Cold nights (Uh)
Ghost town (Uh-uh)
Wonder when the sun coming back around (Uh)
If you ain't know
Well I bet you know now nigga

But FUCK THAT
Nights up in New York
FUCK THAT
Middle finger to the free world
FUCK THAT
Niggas want war with me
But FUCK THAT
Take money like communion
FUCK THAT
Win some, lose some
Nigga FUCK THAT
Life, death, choose one
FUCK THAT
You fucking with a real one
But FUCK THAT
Said, I

I, I've been left for dead before, but still I unload
Tun yuh inna duppy with just, one shot, two shot
Do you want more?
I've been left for dead before, but still I unload
Tun yuh inna duppy with just, one shot, two shot
Yuh dun know

Fictitious a lie that they've been living always
Can't sit with your thoughts cause your mind is in a cage
Yo I'm from New York where we get all up in your face
But we from the bottom
We all got some problems, yo
Solve 'em though
Ain't nobody giving out no handouts, no
When it rains it pours, when it snows, it snows
Take that same snow
Put it right under you nose like
Now I made a profit
Throw on the Cartier's, change the optics
This the type of things we be seeing
The dreams we be dreaming
Walking down Hollis, saw the feens they were feening
Witness this type of shit before we turned teens yeah
Eyes on the green, ain't that the color of envy?
If I see plenty, so many niggas empty
You might be a shooting star but niggas shoot the semi
Woah, woah

But FUCK THAT
Nights up in New York
FUCK THAT
Middle finger to the free world
FUCK THAT
Niggas want war with me
But FUCK THAT
Take money like communion
FUCK THAT
Win some, lose some
Nigga FUCK THAT
Life, death, choose one
FUCK THAT
You fucking with a real one
But FUCK THAT
Said, I

Boom bye bye
Inna rude bwoy head
Big .45 hit a rude bwoy dreads
Praise Selassie
Now a rude bwoy dead
Ah seh yuh dun know
Ah seh yuh dun know

Boom bye bye
Inna rude bwoy head
Big .45 hit a rude bwoy dreads
Praise Selassie
Now a rude bwoy dead
Ah seh yuh dun know
Ah seh yuh dun know
Said, I



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Writer(s): Jawara Marsh
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