Mary J. Blige - You Know (New Mix) lyrics

Y'all hear the guitars? Wyclef is in the building Puffy came to get me I have officially made the band I'm a rockstar! Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh duh Duh duh duh duh duh duh duh d-duh d-duh duh d-duh d-duh duh Do you know, where your going to Do you like the things that life is showing you What are you gonna do? Do you know So where you from? Where chicks rock air force ones Betty's shirts tied up and our hair stayed done So where you from? Well they don't rock air force ones We hit the block, out the spots, holdin air force guns So where you from? Philly spitters, rock n**s and boots A duece duece in my tube socks itching to shoot Man where you from? Where guerrillas don't be messin with cops Catchin a case, go on the run and still huggin the block So what you doin? Big ballin', money making and flawcin' Sean John and you know how we do it in New Orleans So what you doin? What I'm doin', man i'm doin' it big I'm co*kin' it back, the mack, crack-cracking your rib And what you doin'? Man, I'm mindin' my biz, I'm tryin' to feed my kid I can't starve dawg, I need my rib Yo what you doin? Shutin' broads down, believe me On my grind all night 'cause your girl is greedy Do you know, where your going to Do you like the things that life is showing you What are you gonna do? Do you know All I know, somebody better have my money 'Cause being broke as a joke, I don't find that funny All I know, that chicks betta respect my gangsta I'm far from your mother, but I still will spank ya All I know is this project livin' is shh... What could you tell me if you ain't never been in this here All I know, my flow, put me through betta doors And bought two gold pedals for that Bentley is a....errrrr Please, don't give up (don't give up) On your life Ghetto child It's alright See the sun will come out Tomorrow Even though we grindin' on in the ghetto But so it go and so it go When the sun come out to shine, I be so ready for dying-o Forgive me for my sins, but I still holdin' my nine-o VIP lookin for another man to rob now Just another way to escape Rikkar's Island I'm gonna prove to these dudes I can get me a crew Without snatching you outta yours With that still on you I'm gonna prove I'm a superstar Rims sitting on Shaquille O'Neal's You know who we are I'm gonna prove it, that Babs is the best in the game So thugs hold on tight, like I'm snatchin' your chain And I'm prove it, to the chicks that cold shouldered me And all the record labels that chose to look over me Ha, I ain't goin' back to jail To a pack of oodles and noodles and a whack in my cell Dudes be cutting the yard, we rushin' the guard We takin' over, it's a riot, gun bu*tin' the sarge All of my homies with wheels waiting foward to peel Oh it's all the way real, we peel, penitentiary still Do you know, where your going to Do you like the things that life is showing you What you gonna do? Do you know Bad Boy, Refugee camp Calabo, let's go Babs from Brooklyn and I do my thing Chopper City straight outta New Orleans The infamous Freddy Pee from the MIA It's Sarah Stokes with the Midwest Swing I'm Dylan Dillenger, doin' my thang E-Ness, that Philly cat, stickin' n***as for bling Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh Duh