can be to keep his enemies free Y'all don't know, y'all don't know What you talkin' 'bout? Y'all don't know, y'all don't know So what you sayin'? I
Traduzione: Public Enemy. Y'all Dont Know.
kids bein locked outdoor America over there fightin for oil Plenty of solutions to wipe our polutions I'm a tell the truth, since y'all don't know Better
with fish hooks Don't make me tell ya ass again, you're no friend of me I'm public enemy number one, you don't know how I get down I lay you down face
y'all to give New York there shit back Y'all know where the crown belong, y'all know we started this shit You know we gave birth to all of this shit Don
[Canibus] Yo the artists come and go, so does the show So does the dough, nothin lasts forever you know It's all about the experience and what you take
no media coverage 'Cause I don't want it, that's why I'm rarely seen in public If I were you I wouldn't waste time readin' rubbish It might turn you into
don't matter It don't matter [Chorus:] If you don't know me you can call me Mistachuck (D) Public Enemy number one (yeah..) If you don't know me you
all no it ain't no funny bone a public enemy not even a friend of me the Mobb, will stand beyond the click that y'all pretend to be so don't be givin
rides and a mission ain't a mission if nobody dies and a mission ain't complete if the enemy don't sleep enemies rest in peace deceased fuckin' with me
-O-to the P-E-D-A-Y-T-O-N-A-V-E a killa (G, D-A-Y-T-O-N killa) F-L-I-N-T don't wanna see another killer G (G's, these are motherfuckin killas) He's a
giving heartbeat props) Uh, I give my man props cause he's living (Why wait until the heartbeat stops) Don't you know that proper respect is what we're
Keep it real sucka sucka don't lie sucka sucka [4X] Don't want no fake people in my face no more Ain't givin fake people handshakes no more Don't want
everyday That's okay Drag brought too many bullets anyway Look y'all the Sunday, that means its football While when I picked the gunplay, y'all niggas picked the runnin play All
bitches and toto too systems Y'all pimps front on some indestructible daytrip with the Lifespan of a box playing public enemy in Sal's famous Feel dystopia
don't want trouble Franck: If you want trouble, buy a drum, yeah? Moon: . . . I know that this can all be worked out and . . . Mike: Now . . . we don't gotta . . . we don't
he die, public enemy number one! But this ain't no action flick, no Johny Depp shit When the TEC spit hollow tips in your Lexus So, don't fuck with a
