Catz Don’t Know DMX

Uh, it's that real shit yo
Grrr!

(Chorus)
Can't stop, gotta eat
Stepping on, my feet
Spread love, think it's sweet
Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know (2x)

(Verse)
Yeah baby, shit's about to jump off and
Lookin' for the bus to bring in my man from up north
Been like three years when he got knocked
Since he got caught, pumped up like five new blocks, holding down fort
Kept a nigga straight with money on the books
And them bitches is crooks who look out for other crooks
Took him shopping, money in his pocket, he straight
Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate
Out of state was the next move for me
Had to make that nigga chill for at least two to three months
Cause once it's on, it's on, he didn't care
It's like slow down baby, the money ain't going nowhere
Keep in touch though and show how much your ass is with it
The dope flow is there and in a minute you can get it (come on)
You gots to watch a nigga just coming home in a game
Cause on the low he may be trying to go against the grain