Nature
They Just Don’t Know
What the f**ks up? Q.U. n***a

Chorus (D-Dot)
Yo, they just don't know, they just don't know
We do or die for the dough, whether friend or foe
From Queens to BK to Uptown we flow
Yo, they just don't know, they just don't know

Verse 1: Nature
Yo, pins and needles, needles and pins
Peoples and friends
Plain clothes D's on the bench
I figure n***as is with me or either against
I'm speakin' sense to the derilics
Intelligent, get ya'll broken up quick if ya delicate
Smokin' better sh*t than the average do
I travel to Two Fifth and Madison Avenue
That'll do, I'm gettin' high with a rat or two
So whats next?
If she don't have an att**ude? rough sex
I seen some sects throw it up, some get robbed
They show love just to those on their side
Some rely on their instincts
Young f**k and fly deadly delinquents
It goes beyond me, so whats it gon' be?
Why would n***as call it drama if it don't involve heat?
That n***a Robby and Dotty too
Before they starve me I'd rather wild out and be in CU

Chorus 2x

Verse 2: Black Rob
All these novice n***as
Nowadays I don't even notice n***as
Why Black? too many bogus n***as
I represent that clique that you wit' since you was younger
The one with gun wounds in our armor
Since rich days my sh*t sprays, ya'll gon' pay
F**k bein' nice for too long I kept my n***as at Bay
Now I'm right up on that a**
Red light up on that a**
Murder, then I'm'a catch a flight up on that a**
No more playin', ya'll know the routine, the resume
Catch atleast two to your spleen, but hey
The other Ten's for your other Mens
Sh*t I'm'a go hard, I'm thinkin' kill ya'll and cop another Benz
My sh*t tight like mouths on BK bridge
The gutter still lives in BR won't nothin' give
And of course it the one that talks sh*t
The one that chalks sh*t then comes back around the way and reinforce
Sh*t
Ya'll n***as lost it and can't face up
So we bought mad C4 to blow the place up
F**kin' with Black you f**kin' with cake
F**kin' with Madd you f**kin' with Nate
Either way it's all great

Chorus 2x

Verse 3: D-Dot
I write verse after verse until I perfect it
I'm sick with it kid, infected
Come inside the paint and get your sh*t rejected
Feelin' just a little mad and disrespected
Bring your best 16's, 24's, 32's
All soloists, duo's and three man crews
It's simple math, me minus you
T minus two, one, blast off
Hit the L twice then pa** off
Snatch your b*t*h then jacked your whip and dashed off
You got too comfortable kid, you asked for it
You just like your b*t*h, in your jeep, shoes off, feet all up on your
Dash board
You're jackin' off, slackin' off
My Four-Four bust and you backin' off
I told you Man
Game on the line, I'm the go-to Man
Sh*t never changed, don't let me hold two grand
Don't make this ugly
Need cash, I don't care if you love me
Took the wrong road maybe cause Moms didn't hug me
And Pops bounced
Found out dough is what counts
It's all about the Benjamins baby in large amounts
When it comes to bricks I flip like acrobats
When it comes to hits I spit like Platinum plaques
Crazy cat, no need to ask who's track is that
Cause ya'll are real life haters, I just act like that

Chorus 4x