But You Don’t Hear Me Tho

Lyrics

[Intro: Styles P] I've never told (Ay man, the language brother) Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day Statik, what up? L.O.X in this joint This ain't back in the day (Yeah) Mother—, mother— Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day, day, day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day [Chorus: Mtume, Sheek Louch & Jadakiss] But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though Yo Statik, what's good son? (But you don't) But you don't hear me though (I'ma go in right here, god) But you don't hear me though (D-Block, ow!) [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Bumping that Statik with the automatic on my hip Blue whip, Navy paper plane, no, I ain't a Crip We used to have the hallway fogged up, smoking reefer Yeah I went to school but KRS was the teacher (Boogie Down Productions) In April, had to hustle hard to get fresh for Easter Instead of celebrating Christ, I beat the noose twice And fucked some lil' bitch on the steps I do reps with these new rappers, it's cool though They UFC, I'm still judos, they high right now, I'm like kudos But fuck that, haha, yo I like that new money, shit done changed on the block So I don't reminisce even though I love Pete Rock I give you bars, no microwave rap I can take it down South, but it's gon' be my version of trap Don' Don', the god, money is long I can't judge an artist off one song but you don't hear me though [Chorus: Mtume, Jadakiss & Styles P] But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though (But you don't) But you don't hear me though Turn it up louder, they ain't listening good enough But you don't hear me though [Verse 2: Styles P] This ain't back in the days, if it was The niggas'll sound different and give you a pound different I don't hate the trap but give me that boom bap Yeah, the 808, eating at the bistro, the 808 Told the owner Sal, "Veggies and the power" I used to freestyle for ahk for a bottle of Blue, now No MTA cards, hoping the turnstile to catch the train on 'em Get your ass whooped, you brought the pain home The days when you knocked on your man's door Yelled to the window so he could come outside Drink a 40, lit weed, and y'all go and knock the grams off Had to have hands or your shit was getting ran, dawg Grow out of no handers in the sand, yo .45 in the war, wish that was ten, yo Thank God for this rap shit, clearly though Back in the days, shit was real, but you don't hear me though [Chorus: Mtume & Jadakiss] But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though (But you don't) But you don't hear me though (Ha-hah! Yo) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Niggas 'cross town tryna bomb me, I had the certified on me 'Fore I knew it was foul, the hearts alarm me If they caught you doing some bullshit, they tell your mommy Win, lose or draw, gotta go out if a nigga try me When Jenny hooked up with Lionel, I had the Sugarhill vinyl Before crack hit, it was just winos Riots and looting, park jams with no shooting When niggas pops was hooping, heavy prostitution Pirate radio was officially on deck Staying up late night with the tissue and the cassette Hip-hop is everything I got Around this time, I was hooked on the King of Rock I just wanna rap, I'ma go give this thing a shot Looking back, I done never thought that this thing'll pop Nah, right now I'm proud to be a part of the family And you standing there just looking at me but you don't hear me [Chorus: Mtume & Jadakiss] But you don't hear me though (What) But you don't hear me though (But you don't) But you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though [Outro: Mtume] Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day This ain't back in the day Mother—, mother— Motherfucker, this ain't back in the day, day, day, day This ain't back in the day Back, back in the day, but you don't hear me though But you don't hear me though