J. Don't Know Nuthin
(Indisponível)
I ain't talking to motherfuckers. I don't know nothin' I don't know nothin' I don't know nothin'... it's jumpin so we can just start bustlin'
I don't know nothin' it's jumpin' so we can just start bustin' snitches you got too much discussion and you gon' die, oh why, oh why, oh why...
Forever, I know they wanna see me fallen/ Even if I had the money you would probably playa hate me sellin' dummies, it's so dum-dum-dum how every nigga don't want to see me with no money, can't see me in no cities/ Some come, want only to visit/ No interviews, if you did would you tell me like you did it? Ooh I hate that, wake that sucker up, buck! Buck! Buck! And tell 'em to take that with 'em/ Nut up, we still thuggin'/ Spittin' as we run away from prison, nigga, we still runnin' but the bad boi boys is still comin'/ Nobody wants to start the revolution/ How could you be a soldier you aint' never been in no war, the end of it/ Been trainin' veteran, peace time, at least I'm ready/ I might come learn to love it/ And I release mine on the public, thuggish ruggish and plus it's all real, I'll put that on my Nine Millimeter steel/ All judges that drink with me, keep drinkin'/ I hope you really thinkin' I really give a fuck if somebody ran up on you and touched you/ Fuck the police man/ It's the police man, fuck 'em
I don't know nothin' I'm always requestin' please keep me fed time I still be fuckin' my enemies baby's momma's/ Marijuana through the pipeline still gettin' high off my own supply, check out the flight time/ Shcizophenic now you know the mode of a visionary flow it could be anyone of us oh touchin' the stinky ho's/ And you gon' die, oh why oh baby, don't die
What do I know? I'm trapped up on the block runnin' from the Po Po it's J Solo goin' blow for blow, toe for toe with these ho's that I expose with dominatin' flows from the C.O. Commitee/ Five thousand troops runnin' through your city, ready to shoot 'em and get 'em up, for what? We just don't give a fuck/ You got the nuts? Then come and touch the first nigga, the rest is gettin' busts/ It's a must we crush all opposition/ We on a mission and fuck them Po Po's that come fishin' for snowin' and blowin' wanna see me upstate and I'll still be pushin' weight/ Fuck 'em
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