Young Noble - Don't Know lyrics

(Young Noble) Noble Justice... For the future Yeah --- This Outlaw Lifestyle Aye yo... I live life like a young n***a 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 muthaf**as 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 muthaf**a 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 n***as said you want chips (ya life is ya own) I ain't tryna bump fa' sh** 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 f** Til some n***as 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 n***as 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 muthaf**a standing close in the Hoody I'm paranoid But the money is flowing steady Coppin' anything I dream Pushin' this sh** heavy I was stackin' til I was crackin' a ceiling With loot -- and proof And now a n***a crackin' the roof It's my thang (Chorus) Ya life is ya own...