Who the F**k I Be (feat. Big P)

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

A bug **** from the NYC Been in Brooklyn most my life

Spent two years in Queens You can't compare your life to mine

And the shit that I live to see I done seen dreams shattered

I done seen bodies splatted You wouldn't see my life

On an episode of Family Matters In my hood, we ain't got no Urkels

Just some **** that'll try and lay you down and hurt you

When night falls, they try to murk you We don't play games like Kinect for checkers

If we did, the red'll be infrareds The black'll be body bags

The stage'll be streets filled with stretches Of some corpses that wouldn't give up they leather

Now this soul and body gettin' divorced They moms cryin', family feelin' remorse

My life like Phil Jackson with diarrhea Straight up bullshit, you got a gun, motherfucker

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

You gon' respect me But you don't know who the fuck I be

But you gon' know who the fuck I be Not too many can track me

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

You gon' respect me But you don't know who the fuck I be

Not too many can track me

I walk a fine line between good and evil It's hard not to kill people

And pretend that their life ain't fatal I pray to Jesus he don't let my mind fall to pieces

And let my anger take me far from fair so I can see you

Cause y'all don't listen, but you gon' hear me

You ain't a tough guy, the bitch oozin' out you clearly

Ain't no fear in me, I never claimed to be a gangsta or thug

I'm just a crazy motherfucker them **** is scared of

I'm unpredictable, y'all **** just play tough

And whatever the situation call for We can knuckle up or you can draw four

You can get holes through your face or a fuckin' cracked door

Either way the ambulance is at your door It's your choice if you come home or not

Please come correct, cause comin' the wrong way

Could get your body found in a fuckin' pine box

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

You gon' respect me But you don't know who the fuck I be

Not too many can track me You don't know me, but you gon' know who the

fuck I be You gon' respect me

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

Not too many can track me

Big P, king of the bars, god of the flow It's not that I'm bragging, I just thought

you should know You should know

Ain't no stoppin', ain't no quittin' to me, nah

Ain't no punk, ain't no pussy and pee, no

I don't know what you niggos see Like I won't flood the streets

Like New Orleans, but with your blood

Couple slugs for that shit you told me

It's our turn, Focus mindz, we run New York

I'm more over the track like athletes

Gon' be tambourine man the way I ride the beat

I shut your program down like Control-Alt-Delete

Now that's food for thought, ****, bon apptit

Eat up, they want more till you bomb on the bomb

That's when they get the picture like photographers

My team big boys and your team lookin' petite

So ****, watch your mouth when that shit just speak

You don't know me, but you gon' know who the fuck I be

You gon' respect me, you don't know me

But you gon' know who the fuck I be

Not too many can track me, you don't know me

But you gon' know who the fuck I be

You gon' respect me, you don't know me

But you gon' know who the fuck I be

Not too many can track me

But you gon' know who the fuck I be