Y'all Know We In Here

(album: A Gangster And A Gentleman - 2002)

P. Killer!

We all gon' die, so who gon cry for us
Hop in they whip and ride for us
Pop niggas in the skull in they frame, shit
It's a body for a body for the love of the game
But niggas'll call the precinct with your government name
But I'm still loading my guns, getting it on
And if a nigga bury my man, I bury his mom
I was trained to dump in your face, jump over the gate
Hop in the hoop', grab a bird, get outta the state
Stay in the dirt, dog we like pieces of shit
Dealing coke like cars, come lease you a brick
Holiday bitch, I show you what a 38 special do
Turn niggas vegetable, salad ass niggas
Never send a coward around violent ass niggas
I'mma always bust my gun, use my knife
Ride or die, til the day I lose my life

Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!
Y'all know who's in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!

It don't matter who you are, or what you say
Ain't no rapper you name fucking wit Styles
And I'll probably die young, shot in the war
But I ain't never give a fuck, and I always was wild
And I'd rather have a open case, than an open face
Kill every witness, I ain't going to trial
And everybody's a gangsta, nobody's pussy
There's alotta niggas lying and I know who you are
Next time I go to jail, I ain't getting the bail
I'mma kill a hundred niggas, right in front of niggas
When cops come through, they getting it too
Going out wit a bang, 'bout to start up a gang
Cocksucker, it's the Holiday crew
Get money, kill niggas, do robberies too
Cuz you fucking wit the grimiest, sheistiest
Can't wait to die dog, life's a bitch

Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!
Y'all know who's in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!

I'mma die screaming, fuck you, meet me in hell
Cuz I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper
Look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed the reaper of death
And they call me Holiday, I let a slug go in your shirt
And wait for the leak in your chest
I'll probably black out, think about my welfare days
And times I had to sleep on the steps
Niggas don't want it wit me, you could call me arrogant dog
Until you get stabbed in the jaw
I'll run up in the hospital, stab you some more
Don't you fuck wit no nigga that be planning for war
I got slugs that go through you, put your man on the floor
Purplest Porsche, mahogany seats, body your peeps
Project was pussy and the lobby was sweet
Niggas had alotta mouth, but they body was weak

Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!
Y'all know who's in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
Y'all know we in here! (yo!) Tell me who's in here! (yo!)
You dealing with the streets, (yo!) you dealing with the thugs! (yo!)
You dealing with the set, (yo!) so y'all throw it up!

Who would you knock out for this nigga
Or who would you shoot for this nigga?
To me that shit don't mean nothing
What would you give up for me?
What would give up, some'ing that means something to you for me?
You're a motherfucking gangsta