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(feat. Raheem) [Chorus: Ill Knob] Up in this thing of our's we devour c-cipher power My Klik move like Navy Seals and nuclear showers On the streets we rollin with beats and mad heat We talkin dumb loud, niggaz ain't even discreet [Ill Knob] Eh yo, this thing of our's should be treated with respect Anythin else should bring forth a slug to your neck Me and my people get even with the enemy you sleepin with So, where creepin at? My eyes is always peepin that Now I'm keepin that, gotta ride off the camp Move, who you beepin at? We saw you reapin that Release the strap, get in the back cuz I'm takin this rap Where the money at? Now we 'bout to pound you with bats Hate to see it, you wanna be tough? So be it I'ma treat ya like ya heathin it 'til you stop breathin it It's Ill Knob, ya wanna be God? Come amongst I'll introduce Lord Ramel from the Bronx With Kenny Fingers, Rowdy Raheem and Adriatic The K to the G to the B, Klik Ga Bow blows the static [Chorus x2] Songtexte[Ill Knob] Yo, he's a friend of our's, a made man in his clan Negociatin with the yakaza out in Japan We hittin foreign lands, got ten men in Finland Just waitin on the word my niggaz ready to send I got a puch filled with diamonds, big rocks crazy shinin Took it to my man Don-Don the Dooga He said, "Forget about it, it's frig-azy", you niggaz'll drive me crazy When the shots stop, mad gun smoke hits pave the skies, eh? You don't even believe it that I'm livin so trife Yea, I live by the gun and probbaly die by the knife What is life? A hitch-house, I got shot twice The Ill Knob hard to get rid of like lice Whatever, I sport my slug-proof like pleather And if I get hit, my name will live for ever [Chorus x2] [Ill Knob] I'm at this club of our's, in the back countin the dough stack Meetin with the Fam about a counter-attack We sat for 80 minutes, still the plan just wasn't finished Cuz some of 'em was spotted in the village, cold grinished It's ok, they gotta pay for they foolishness Disrespectin our things and no respect for Power things and the very sour thing, let's see who coward then At the gun blaze, droppin fu-gaze Behind the shower thing, you'll find a tower thing Y'all niggaz bring that to me, y'all know the writin's legit These niggaz never understand it 'til the fire get lit Ill Knob give it to 'em in a firey pit, for... [Chorus x2] [Outro: Ill Knob, (Raheem)] Up in this thing of our's (word) This thing of our's (the clan) This thing of our's (respect yours) This thing of our's (will never be) This thing of our's (symbolic) It's a beautiful thing (heh, yea, word) This thing of our's (so don't fuckin think, aight?) This thing of our's (this thing of our's) This thing of our's (cough) Aus Songtexte Mania