Doe B - All We Know Lyrics
(Intro)I come straight up out the bottomHave 50 with dope fiends and robbersEvery nigga on my team got a choppaScreamin for the converse, head bustin and fed duckinAll we know (all we know)30 round, LA shit, that’s all we know(Verse)Play, we get seen aboutTake in a SK in the Sweeney house50 pounds in the backyard, watching out for the jackpotJump in the task forceI’d like to welcome yall to real crissAnd those old niggas round me still thereIn cold blood to my very last breathWhen my granny died, I think that’s when I shed my last tear niggaYou don’t feel how I feel cos you don’t live how I live niggaAnd I got hundrin in my blood uhGot bricks all in my crib niggaWut you know bout having bricks in yo crib niggaTalking so many you can drill a crib niggaLil nigga(Chorus)Hustling baby is all we knowBlinded by these cars and clothesThese streets got me caught up in this placeTryna make it out and maintain(Verse)Everyday trap houseTryna cold crack, got them pounds in the masoCan’t serve without a get goI bought that murda all backWe was standing in the hallwaysDuckin feds, servin JWith the pilo, might’ve had to take that boy awayThen why everytime you see my people throw away?Posted in the cut with the cut alwaysAnd I am a murda nigga, rest in peace JerryI know young niggas wanna see me on the T-shirtThey wanna see me fall, but I land feet firstDon’t wanna see me ball ***** but I get workSuffocate gasp, then she won’t smoke purpAll I blow is OG, kush and sip syrupThey tryna coach Shawty, them project babyProdigal of my environment, cop the bricks baby(Chorus)Hustling baby is all we knowBlinded by these cars and clothesThese streets got me caught up in this placeTryna make it out and maintain(Verse)Caught up in the game like a mazeCome out first thing, bought a chain and a case so a nigga start hatinGo get em out the way, 81 lawyersSo forget about the case and we can keep thugginThere’s a pistol on your waist, let em know that mister don’t play and mister don’t missCos case don’t jail, real niggas don’t smeechWith the fully automatic, wiping out yo whole key yeaI know niggas on the road on a very long tripI know niggas sold they soul homie just to look richIf it ain’t bout money then you know it’s bullshitWhen them shoes get ugly that when niggas pull tricksI’ve been round niggas thuggin ever since I was a GSince a juvenile I’ve been getting it how I liveWhen father get a job, nigga I will pay billsYou can say a couple raw boys, see me shootin realI need to wrap it, nigga(Chorus)Hustling baby is all we knowBlinded by these cars and clothesThese streets got me caught up in this placeTryna make it out and maintainThe streets is so hotThe streets is so hotWe tryna make it out thereWe tryna make it out thereBut hustling is all we knowBlinded by the cars and clothes
