They think they know but they don't really have a clue,

They just don't know all the things we put ourselves through,

They think that this is all a bunch of fun and games,

Until that thang goes bang and all you see is blood and brains.

The naked truth is ugly, this game is rough, it's Rugby,
They wanna fucking judge me, try to get me snuck and touch me,
Try to push and tug me, pull me, mug me, you'll be bloody, cause see buddy, aint no motha fuckin pussy in this Dougy,
That's Funny, cause my Mother and her lovely Hubby tried to hide it from me,
But see streets was always muddy,
So they knew my feet was cruddy from me thuggin with them gutter motha fuckas,
Talking down and dirty like them Southern other brothers,
My other brother's Southern now, some-a-how,
So when the sun goes down, and the guns come out, he gon hunt you fucking down,
Cause he's fucking wild, and we some Wild Boys,
Beta House, hold it down, run the town boys,
But they don't know about my history, to them it's just a mystery,
But I depict it vividly, within my sinning inner G,
And my energy is simply the pimp in me just penciling any mental hints that's ever sent to me.