I Don’t Know Slaughterhouse (Ft. Kobe)

[Intro]
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La musica de Harry Fraud

[Chorus (Extended): Kobe]
Man, these streets keep on callin' me
Will I ever make it outta here? I
Don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
Man, these streets [?] all of me
Will I ever make it outta here?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz]
Check
Man, there's somethin' 'bout that rush that you get when you cut up a brick
When you riding by the narcs right after bustin' a lick
When put that V in park and shorty suckin' ya dick (Yeah)
And you do that shit so much that sometimes you fuckin' forget
It's the way they respect you, the way that they fear you
No one second guess you, when you talking they hear you
There's somethin' 'bout that rubber band 'bout to pop
And dimes try'na hold ya fuckin' hand walking out the spot
Everyday's a pay day, you never try and make way
Feelin' like JJ, dynamite in ya hay day
May kick it like Pelé on the stair round a way day
Or wake up and say hey, spontaneous vaycay
They mad like [?], you try and find Advil
It's that type morning, you spent last night ballin'
God spoke to me, I know that rap's my calling
But even with these Dre's loud I hear that fast life calling