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reed II estréia próxima semana, dia
21.
Enquanto
isso, uma das músicas de sua trilha como aquecimento a uma das revanches mais
aguardadas da história do cinema...
DMX - Who We Be
Uh, yeah
Another one of those
(This is for my nigga
Q)
Down to earth joints
(Rest in peace, baby
You know how we roll)
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
What they don't know
is
The bullshit, the
drama (uh), the guns, the armor (what!)
The city, the farmer,
the babies, the mama (what!)
The projects, the
drugs (uh!), the children, the thugs (Uh!)
The tears, the hugs,
the love, the slugs (c'mon!)
The funerals, the
wakes, the churches, the coffins (uh!)
The heartbroken
mothers - it happens too often (why?)
The problems, the
things we use to solve 'em (what!)
Yonkers, the Bronx
(uh!), Brooklyn, Harlem (c'mon!)
The hurt, the pain,
the dirt, the rain (uh!)
The jerk, the fame,
the work, the game (uh!)
The friends, the
foes, the Benz, the hos (what!)
The studios, the
shows, comes and it goes (c'mon!)
The jealousy, the
envy, the phony, the friendly (uh-huh!)
The one that gave 'em
the slugs, the one that put 'em in me (woo!)
The snakes, the grass
too long to see (uh, uh!)
The lawnmower sittin'
right next to the tree (c'mon!)
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
What
we seeing is
The streets, the
cops, the system, harassment (uh-huh)
The options, get
shot, go to jail, or getcha ass kicked (a'ight)
The lawyers, the part
they are of the puzzle (uh-huh)
The release, the
warning, "Try not, to get in trouble." (Damn!)
The snitches, the odds
(uh), probation, parole (what!)
The new charge, the
bail, the warrant, the hole (damn!)
The cell, the bus,
the ride up North (uh-huh)
The greens, the
boots, the yard, the court (uh!)
The fightin', the
stabbin', the pullin', the grabbin' (what!)
The riot squad with
the captain, nobody knows what happened (what!)
The two years in a
box, revenge, the plots (uh!)
The twenty-three
hours that's locked, the one hour that's not (uh!)
The silence, the
dark, the mind so fragile (a'ight!)
The wish that the
streets would have took you when they had you (damn!)
The days, the months,
the years, despair
One night on my
knees, here it comes: the prayer
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
This here is all
about
My wife, my kids
(uh-huh), the life that I live (uh-huh)
Through the night I
was his (uh-huh), it was right what I did (uh-huh)
My ups and downs
(uh), my slips, my falls (uh)
My trials and
tribulations (uh), my heart, my balls (uh)
My mother, my father
- I love 'em, I hate 'em (uh!)
Wish God, I didn't
have 'em, but I'm glad that he made 'em (uh!)
The roaches, the
rats, the strays, the cats (what, what!)
The guns, knives and
bats, every time we scrap
The hustlin', the
dealin', the robbin', the stealin' (uh!)
The shit hit the
ceilin', little boy with no feelin's (damn)
The frustration,
rage, trapped inside a cage
The beatings till the
age I carried a twelve gauge (a'ight!)
Somebody stop me
(please!), somebody come and get me (what!)
Little did I know
that the Lord was ridin' with me
The dark, the light
(uh), my heart (uh), the fight (uh)
The wrong (uh!), the
right (uh!), it's gone (uh!), a'ight!
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
They don't know who
we be
Compositores:
Mickey Davis / Earl Simmons
Letra de Who We Be ©
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing
Group
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