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letra de what you know about me - woodie

as soon as a man gets a little fame and recognition
the jealous and hateful, cuz they’re uncapable
crawl out the woodworks
you never met me, dont sweat me
find your home, and mind your own
or we can take it to the ok coral
which i’ve been a member for over 12 years, so think twice

verse 1 (woodie):
what you know about me, you never been around me
we never kicked back, twisted up a sac and cracked an oldie
and chopped it up about one another’s perspectives
our life, the game, and what we most respect is
detectives study ever alb-m i drop
tryna pick apart my words cuz evidence they dont got
now that right there tells you that my sh-t runs deep
i wasn’t lying when i said i’m fighting demonz n my sleep!
i’ve got a past behind me that won’t stop rewinding
when i die, many angry souls will come to find me
and i’ll fight em again, just like i fought em before
cuz i’d be bored in a world not divided by war
so if that means my soul is evil f-ckin send me to h-ll
and if the devil give me no respect then i’ma rebel
i never let the religious strip my soul away
take those religious contradictions and just go away!
it’s a miracle in itself i believe in god
leave it at that and let me live my life against all odds cuz
in my world (my world) i got respect
and got enough love to get me to the next
big bad world (bad world) in store for me
but plenty of homies waiting to open the door for me
and that’s the page i’m on wrapped up in a nutsh-ll
but back to the subject of leaving your guts spilled
dont make it necessary, just mind your own
focus on your own life and leave mine alone

chorus:
what you know about me homeboy (tell me!)
what you know about me?
what you know about me homeboy (tell me!)
what you know about me?
in my world (my world) i got respect
and got enough love to get me to the next
big bad world (bad world) in store for me
but plenty of homies waiting to open the door for me

verse 2 (lil los):
seriously, these m-th- f-ckers act like they kicked it with me
when i was brought up, coming up on 20th street
one of many thugs, dishing out them slugs, running form the fuzz
hopping over fences and battling in the trenches
your opinion and endless criticism is senseless
i gotta tell you my conscience is fine
that’s all i gotta deal with when it’s time to die
you point a finger at me, you’re pointing three back at yourself
and i didn’t see you help with the cards that i was dealt
have you felt my pain, have you felt my anger
have you felt any pressures of being a gangster
who are you as a ??? to tell me now to do it
to these streets i was a student, turn my back no i couldn’t
i wouldn’t forget my loved ones, my all above ones
the ones who got my back when push comes to shove
and only god can judge me
when that situations ugly, my homies gotta trust me
the talk is not enough
see, i was raised in these so-called last days
from the cradle to the grave, then it’s on to the next stage

chorus:

verse 3 (lou-e-lou):
i have ???, i bust in broad daylight
i’ve gazed into the mirror, what i’ve seen just ain’t right
so hold tight, cuz i might, flash if sh-t dont go right
how the chopper go gesundheiht, smother everything in sight
hit the block smashing, dont know then don’t be asking
i’m the one who hears them voices and right now i hear them laughin

chorus:

- woodie

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