Don't Know - Young Noble

Noble Justice…

For the future

Yeah --- This Outlaw Lifestyle

Aye yo…

I live life like a young nigga born in corruption

God made me famous for my pain and suffering

Or maybe that ain’t even the case

You gotta watch -- what you wish for dawg

It might blow up in ya face

Feeling like Young Nobe' in a race

Life is like rolling the Ace

And I don’t even like showing my face

Cause muthafuckas get the wrong impression

I ain’t a rapper dawg

This just how I make my living

It ain’t no telling where I’m supposed to be

If Makaveli hadn’t chosen me

To til Outlaw royalty

The game won’t spoil me

I keep dirt in my nails

And won’t knock you if you work at the Shell

At least a muthafucka got a job

That’s ya problem there

Knockin' the next man for tryna get theirs

You betta try to get yours

Cause time is hard

And don’t ask about the Lawz

Cause we grinding hard

Come on…

(Chorus)

We don’t -- know which way to go

When ya ask 'em

Don’t nobody seem to know

Either the right or you down the wrong road

But I don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t

We don’t -- know which way to go

When ya ask 'em

Don’t nobody seem to know

Either the right or you down the wrong road

But I don’t eat, don’t sleep, don’t

We don’t know

(Young Noble)

I thought you niggas said you want chips

(ya life is ya own)

I ain’t tryna bump fa' shit

I’m tryna stack it for my grand kids

Handle ya biz

And get it how it come

And seeing is believing

Yall blind as fuck

Til some niggas in ya living room tyin' ya up

For a couple of bucks

You been oweing for months

Let it pile up

It all coming down at once

On ya shoulders while you standing up

Add it up

That probably mean you gon' fall dawg

All my niggas tatted up

They call us the OUTLAWZ

And that means we the family by any means

I ratha' sell CD’s then work at Micky D’s

I can’t knock that

I love a Big Mac

And everybody don’t know how to rap

So if you got a little hustle

Or got a little talent

You better get it cracking

Don’t be scared of the challenge

Come on…

(Chorus)

(Nutt-So)

Picture my life

(ya life is ya own)

Droppin' to my toes

Ran to the curb

Sniffin' coke thru my nose

Hell naw

Can’t go out like that

Before I do

Run up in the bank and hit the big sack

But on the other hand

I’m still stuck in the streets

Murder -- hustle -- fa' bread so my girls could eat

Ain’t no soul finna stand in my way

From this money -- or for this

'Fore-Fore slug nose tucked in my waist

This fast lane got me driven to the,

Point of nervousness

Got me drawin' down pistols on innocent nurses

It’s pure ghetto

And my reaction is blast fully

On the nearest muthafucka standing close in the Hoody

I’m paranoid

But the money is flowing steady

Coppin' anything I dream

Pushin' this shit heavy

I was stackin' til I was crackin' a ceiling

With loot -- and proof

And now a nigga crackin' the roof

It’s my thang

(Chorus)

Ya life is ya own…