I know what it's like - hungry, thirsty I know what it's like - grungy, dusty I know what it's like - trust me I know what it's like
I mastered the street ways, with a mask in the PJs Learned to die for last and let your heat blaze Huddled with the crew drew up some unique plays Could take us out of ghetto but y'all know the cliches I bagged chicks with a laugh and some deep waves It's the groomed hood At first glance like I'm doing good Can't school me, I'm out your class like a truant should I live slow days, fast nights Hundred year half life I flash bright graphite for the past sights Little snacks ain't enough, grew up with bad appetites (hungry now) We known in Brooklyn to be home cookin' Selling plates under the drapes, if homes lookin' Get paid in cash, no taxes Mastered art of war like I went to Annapolis I live in non-fiction, this one of the chapters This flick documentary shit, no actors I play the game naturally, go practice Predators, roll in packs like raptors There's no savings accounts, favored amounts in a mattress
I know what it's like - hungry, thirsty I know what it's like - grungy, dusty I know what it's like - trust me I know what it's like
I live a blue-collar life Hunger headaches, I ain't eat for two solid nights Want jerk chicken and rice But I was two dollars light So I go in the store, grab shit and blew out of sight If ribs start showing, I be the true violent type On the corner where they licking at each other like the true college dykes Trying to get up on some ninjas with them new silent pikes Knuckle game up the par, a few thousand fights I tuss some hood rats, ran through housing mice Rock kicks from '86, you can browse my Nikes Was grimy then Never thought you'd see me when it's reporting the war I'm more when Nore was on CNN Champagne taste, bottled water budget The man I became, my grandfather would have loved it (rest in peace, God) So I dodge flicks and I keep large clips 'Cause I've been through hardships that only God can fix
I know what it's like - hungry, thirsty I know what it's like - grungy, dusty I know what it's like - trust me I know what it's like
My City don't sleep Streets watch way before they speak But if you weak, [?] powder speak It will not allow you to eat But if you strong in the struggle and wanna bubble Born in rubble, these corners here long to huddle Hold you with everything it's got Provide you with the tools to acquire a knot Clock till you live and hot Easy to get in, hard to relax or even try to stop Cause the gutter is a faceless mother, get too big, she embrace another That's for niggas out here trying to erase they brother Cause they want full attention and love They put the inf' on they snub In the Post tomorrow, read the events of a thug See, when you poor, a couple of thou' look decent Hunger how you go all out against a precinct (every one of them niggas, every one)
I know what it's like - hungry, thirsty I know what it's like - grungy, dusty I know what it's like - trust me I know what it's like
I'm from Brownsville, so I know what it's like My man from Story Ave, he know what it's like My girl from Hell's Kitchen, she know what it's like My nigga from Fosterville, he know what it's like My manz from Bed Stuy, they know what it's like If you from Fort Green niggas know what it's like They from East New York, they know what it's like I think niggas in Compton even know what it's like You from the hood, you know what it's like Even rich niggas might even know what it's like but I doubt it 'Cause we poor and we know what it's like It's hard out here, nigga, you know what it's likeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
