- Votes:
- Composers:
- Johnny David Mollings
- Leonardo V Mollings
- Unknown
 
- Tags:
- new york straight talk
 
- See also:
Cam'ron - Lord You Know lyrics
Okay, Dipset, let's do it y'all
 Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
 To live my life and get it rights
 Trying to see some light or even better
 Way over way a new day, someday
 Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
 It gets better I know, tell you, I know
 With my muscle you'll be dazzled but hustlin's a hassle
 Percuset, Demorel, capsules of paxil
 Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you
 Bitches might burn you, they runnin' with that clap too
 But the monster made it, do it for those incarcerated
 Who had it confiscated, hate it
 When they take powder, up-state he take showers
 Baby mom on greyhound for eight hours
 See her man face to face through a glass
 on the phone, ten years he got chasin' that cash
 And he had the game in a smash
 Fell like the towers when the planes went on crash
 It wasn't 9/11 but it was 9-1-1
 Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun
 I told him get his nine and run
 Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb, that's too long
 Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
 To live my life and get it rights
 Trying to see some light or even better
 Way over way a new day, someday
 Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
 It gets better I know, tell you, I know
 Aye yo them niggas from the 3-2, said, ?I can't breeze through?
 The fourty if I cop bottles, we can't believe you
 Me who? Please boo, landin' in that G2
 Same color as beef stew, favorite letters, GQ
 That's me, true, peach blue, Hebrew
 Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fee stoop, steep whoo
 But it might lead to, that R2-D2, the mobsters creep through
 We da new PE, shittin' PU
 Cam'ron - Lord You Know - http://motolyrics.com/camron/lord-you-know-lyrics.html
 To da hood y'all don't need me, I need you
 'Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain
 Always a snitch in the game, what you want, prison or fame?
 Neither one dun, long as my digits are sane
 He lookin' frigid, dig it make sure them digits get changed
 (Why?)
 'Cause I can't be in hell's cell, shout out to Mell' Mel
 Cash and hell rell, Zeke doin' three, he even fell, hell
 He comin' home a '07 and 12 cells
 (I got 'em)
 'Cause you musta known, I can't trust the phones
 For the dough you'll be like d'oh, stuck at home
 Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
 To live my life and get it rights
 Trying to see some light or even better
 Way over way a new day, someday
 Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
 It gets better I know, tell you, I know
 Nowadays dog they raid up in the ballparks
 Blaze 'em when they cross sharks
 We raiders of da lost ark
 I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs
 They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box
 More props, R.I.P. my poor pops
 Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops
 My antennas will block the scanners
 (What else?)
 I got blammaz you'll drop ya hammers
 Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras
 Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch grandma
 In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa
 Now look at killa, you gon' watch Santana
 Now Lord you know, just how hard I try
 To live my life and get it rights
 Trying to see some light or even better
 Way over way a new day, someday
 Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow
 It gets better I know, tell you, I know








