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DMX - Catz Don't Know

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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