You Don't Know Songtext
von Bizzle

Yeah, It′s Bizzle, GOD over money, let's get it

They sayin hip-hop′s dead, let it die
This the birth of truth music, the death of lies
God over money, I rap 24, 7 boy act like (you know, you know)
Call nine uno uno, then get them boys new clothes
The game gotta change homie (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know)


What are we doin listenin to this music, got me feelin to lose it
You've been given the voice and you just abuse it
Most of what you are spewing is useless
Coupes with the roof missin, a few bricks, and a loose grip and a two spittin and you dissin? (Yo, check this out) no you listen
Y'all gonna have to cook that crack you pitchin in a new kitchen
So you say the rap game like the crack game, huh, true indeed
But hold up, if you the dealer, then who the fiend?
I′m hearin you on′t your own kids hear your music, but it's cool if everybody else kids listen to it
The name Bizzle, God over money is the movement
Bread will never influence the direction we steady usin
A hundred rappers like, "Oo, get em."
A couple rappers will listen and feel I′m dissin cause the shoe fit em
But if you fit a pair, homie you can get a pair
The shoe won't change unless your feet do, get it clear

They sayin hip-hop′s dead, let it die
This the birth of truth music, the death of lies
God over money, I rap 24, 7 boy act like (you know, you know)
Call nine uno uno, then get them boys new clothes
The game gotta change homie (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know)


What are we facin, stuck with a bum reputation for smugglin drugs
Pimpin, and thuggin in front of the nation
A white boy shave his head, you think he a racist
So if you tatted don't get mad when they think you a gangster
We all profile, homie, the only difference is most of they point of reference are negative images
You throw a pair of glasses on they figure you smart
You throw a rag on and cats gon figure you hard
But hold up, what if in every movie you saw
The killers wore the glasses and the rags meant that you soft
So if you not black and you rarely interact with us
Rap will have you swearin we′re strapped to keep crack with us
So how you get mad at the stereotyper believin a lie without gettin mad at the liars
And I ain't sayin the stereotypin isn't dumb
But if you mad at him then be mad at the one he gets it from

They sayin hip-hop′s dead, let it die
This the birth of truth music, the death of lies
God over money, I rap 24, 7 boy act like (you know, you know)
Call nine uno uno, then get them boys new clothes
The game gotta change homie (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know)

They like Bizzle why you tryin a tear a black man down?
Who you think controllin how that black man sound like
They′ll never listen if we tell them kill each other
But if one'll poison a milli I bet they fill each other
Just overlook the doctors and the lawyers of they people
Then take all they criminals and put them in the lead role
Turn the drug dealer from the villain to the hero
We don′t keep em down we just keep em anger thief flow
Do promote sex, but don't promote commitment
Have them burning in the hood like a locomotive engine
Tell the boys women ain′t nothing, but hoes and tricks
Then let the women raise them alone, they will never listen
Promote sinnin as a better way of living til they so in love with it they'll go against their religion
You take away Christ then you take away hope
Got a deal, here′s a Bentley for your soul. Who wanna roll?

They sayin hip-hop's dead, let it die
This the birth of truth music, the death of lies
God over money, I rap 24, 7 boy act like (you know, you know)
Call nine uno uno, then get them boys new clothes
The game gotta change homie (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know, you know)
So act like (you know, you know)

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You know, you know
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So act like, you know, know