Catz Dont Know Lyrics

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Catz Dont Know Lyrics

Artist DMX

Yeah Uh Ye ye yeah That real s*** dog Grrrrrrrr Can't stop gotta eat, steppin'

On my feet, spread Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh What you catz don't know

(Repeat) Yeah baby shits about to jump off Waitin' for the bust, springing my

man from up north Been like three years when he got knocked Since he got caught

Pumped up like five new blocks Holdin' it down for him Keeping straight rippin

Money on the books it ain't its crooks Who look out for other crooks Took him

shoppin, money in his pocket He's straight, dropped him off at the wifes 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 but once its on its on He didn't care its like

?slow down baby the money aint goin nowhere.? Keep in touch though and show how

much yo ass is with it The dough flow is there and in a minute you can get it

You got to watch a nigga just comin home in his game Cause on the low he might

be tryin to go against the grain Can't stop gotta eat, steppin' On my feet,

spread Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh What you catz don't know (Repeat) I never

figured this nigga for the shit that he pulled What is strange is the change

some niggas go through When they locked down they really cant hack it Mo'fucka

like me handles the bid like a jacket Strap it on my back, but niggaz aint built

like me And botherin niggaz is like ?yo why you killed Mike D?? ?Wasn't me, but

yeah he had it comin to him, he used to be my dog, so I let my cousin do him.?

Sent him out of state with like half a brick down to my spot In VA cause the

money comes quick Half of that got fucked up before I even got to check in on

him But things happen so I really wasn't wreckin on him Got him up out of there,

sent him down a little further Aint heard from him in two months, murda, murda

Hopped on the next flight thinkin' I might have to steal somethin' This hungry

shit will make a nigga wanna kill somethin' Can't stop gotta eat, steppin' On my

feet, spread Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh What you catz don't know (Repeat)

Listen, Money is missing and its hectic Found the safe, checked it, shit looks

neglected Just what I expected, when I got no word from him Asked around, but

ain't nobody heard from him But money talks, and most niggaz is snakes So it

wasn't long before his man was ready to take Me to where he was at, checked my

gat Threw in the .4 clip, pumped myself up Cause I cant go for that bullshit

Fuckin' with my last, no the cash ain't the issue Its just real fucked up when

your man tries to diss you Thinking back to niggaz in new york, and how they

told me so: ?Yo I gots to knock his boots, he owes me dough.? Layin over da ho,

then he hit me with the sob story The famous ?Oh you didn't know, I got robbed.?

story Told him this way, ?You should be grateful too.? ?Fuck that bitch, look at

what she made you do.? Now theres love lost in a double cross Pointed at that

bitch, turned her brains into sauce ?So you wanna be with me, and talk to me

like I'm silly? Five bottles of "mo" on the floor, boxes of phillies Ten G's in

a shoebox under the bed And for every G I put a fuckin slug in his head Now from

Daniel, the moral to the story if you missed it Is the grain will always be

there, just never go against it Can't stop gotta eat, steppin' On my feet,

spread Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh What you catz don't know Can't stop gotta

eat, steppin' On my feet, spread Love thinking sweet, uh uh uh So you catz don't

know You catz must not know

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