Uh yeah Another one of those (This is for my nigga Q) Down to earth joints (Rest in peace, baby, you know how we roll) There's so many that don't know (You knew I could do it) They don't know who we be (This goes out to my nigga Q) (Rest in peace, baby, I miss you, dawg) They don't know who we be (But you still here with me) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama, the guns, the armor The city, the farmer, the babies, the mama The projects, the drugs, the children, the thugs The tears, the hugs, the love, the slugs The funerals, the wakes, the churches, the coffins The heart broken mothers It happens to often (why?) The problems, the things we used to solve 'em Yonkers, The Bronx, Brooklyn, Harlem The hurt, the pain, the dirt, the rain The jerk, the fame, the work, the game The friends, the foes, the Benz, the hoes The studios, the shows, Comes and it goes The jealousy, the envy, the phony, the friendly The one that gave 'em slugs The one that put 'em in me The snakes, the grass too long too see The lawnmower sittin' right next to the tree They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be What we seein' is The streets, the cops, the system, harassment The options, get shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked The lawyers, the part they are of the puzzle The release, the warning: Try not to get in trouble The snitches, the odds, probation, parole The new charge, the bail, the warrant, the hole The cell, the bus, the ride up North The greens, the boots, the yard, the court The fightin', the stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' The riot squad with the captain Nobody knows what happened The two years in a box, revenge, the plots The 23 hours that's locked, the one hour that's not The silence, the dark, the mind so fragile The wish that the streets Would've took you when they had you The days, the months, the years, despair One night on my knees, here it comes, the prayer They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be This here is all about My wife, my kids, the life that I live Through the night I was his It was right what I did My ups and downs, my slips, my falls My trials and tribulations, my heart, my balls My mother, my father I love 'em, I hate 'em Wish God, I didn't have 'em but I'm glad that he made 'em The roaches, the rats, the strays, the cats The guns, knives and bats Every time we scrap The hustlin', the dealin', the robbin', the stealin' This shit hit the ceilin', little boy with no feelin's The frustration rage trapped inside a cage The beatings till the age I carried a twelve gauge Somebody stop me (please!) Somebody come and get me Little did I know that the Lord was ridin' with me The dark, the light, my heart, the fight The wrong, the right, It's gone, a'ight? They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be They don't know who we be [DMX] Man, listen (They don't know who we be) These muthafuckas don't know who we are They don't know (They don't know who we be) They couldn't possibly fuckin' know, dawg That's from the heart