I Don’t Know - Intellectual

[Intro]

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La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus (Extended): Kobe]

Man, these streets keep on callin' me

Will I ever make it outta here? I

Don't know

I don't know

Man, these streets [?] all of me

Will I ever make it outta here?

I don't know

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]

Check

Man, there's somethin' 'bout that rush that you get when you cut up a brick

When you riding by the narcs right after bustin' a lick

When put that V in park and shorty suckin' ya dick (Yeah)

And you do that shit so much that sometimes you fuckin' forget

It's the way they respect you, the way that they fear you

No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you

There's somethin' 'bout that rubber band 'bout to pop

And dimes try'na hold ya fuckin' hand walking out the spot

Everyday's a pay day, you never try and make way

Feelin' like JJ, dynamite in ya hay day

May kick it like Pelé on the stair round a way day

Or wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay

They mad like [?], you try and find Advil

It's that type morning, you spent last night ballin'

God spoke to me, I know that rap's my calling

But even with these Dre's loud I hear that fast life calling

[Chorus: Kobe]

Man, these streets keep on callin' me

Will I ever make it outta here? I

Don't know

I don't know

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Dawg

The streets used to have my number back when I had the 15 inch screen

Middle console of the Hummer

Back when I thought it'd be my last summer

Starin' at the burner nozzle wider than a plunger

Where on sight they would expunge ya

Had I stayed I wouldn't of lasted long

Taught me everything that my high school didn't have classes on

Older niggas passed it on

There's a gap in our generations, these younger dudes are saints

We used to ask who was snitchin' but nowadays who ain't?

Had to keep the 4 pound, every block had his own pound

If a showdown where to go down, they'd turn this shit to a ghost town

Lost so many niggas, we could be goin' fast

Honestly, don't think a morning passed I wasn't mourning who had passed

To add to that life expectancy we don't expect to see

There's a bunch of niggas breathing right now that's dead to me

I'm one of the few that made it out the hood successfully

I lose all my celebrity, all my Ruger’s left with me

[Chorus: Kobe]

Man, these streets keep on callin' me

Will I ever make it outta here? I

Don't know

I don't know

[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]

Yeah, Slaughterhouse, nigga

Uh, every now and then you gotta demonstrate

Bust a nigga head for old times sake, look at what those signs say

Welcome to the D, the city that sittin' inside the mitten

You know the crime state where Jimmy Hoffa's body locked away in a safe

[?] time in place where not even time safe

I wear a hoodie to war, they talkin' about me now, "I wonder would he mature"

Supposed to be lookin' for me now, claimin' I'm hiding from you now

Until you find me with my foot in your door

The street said I made a sex tape, no the fuck I didn't

If I did then MTV woulda nominated me for a Woody Award

That's off the topic tho

Niggas walked in my house and went shoppin' in my closet, dog, I'm not the store

With everything I do niggas still shit on me

See Boogie Brown told me, "Get over it, niggas just ain't like you"

So I'ma take her advice and move on from you niggas

Try to move on me, I'ma take your life

[Chorus: Kobe]

Man, these streets keep on callin' me

Will I ever make it outta here? I

Don't know

I don't know