Discover the poetic beauty in ‘You Know Me’ by 2 Pistols. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2 Pistols or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
2 pistols Ray J
Shawty you know what it is
I know you shawty, you know me and you know I can’t leave these streets,
Hustlin’ I mean its in my veins shorty wish I could stay
But for now just pray for me.
I know you shorty, you know me so hard for me to leave these blocks
Got my head tied in a knot always runnin’ from the cops
Prayin’ that I don’t get caught.
You know I push it to the limit sun up, sun down,
Baby I got to get it, gotta get it
Baby girl, you know my situation.
I know sometime you get impatient.
I be on the grind, you be at the house,
Probably think I’m at another broad house fuckin ’round
Shawty I’m gettin’ money more than I’ve ever seen.
True Religion jeans, I know you like those.
Thats why I buy ’em for ya
Smile for me, you can’t believe them hatin’ hoes,
They be lyin’ on me.
Keep a nine on me, you know they plottin’ on me,
You just keep that pussy tight, I’m comin’ home early.
I gotta get it, get it.
I can’t leave the streets.
I didn’t choose the hustle, the hustle chose me.
Streets keep callin’, the block keep on watchin’.
You’re my shawty, hopin’ you stay down be with me win or lose.
Girl my heart is always with you, don’t get confused.
Just hold me down, I promise that we’ll make it through.
I’m gettin’ money 24/7 life as a hustler,
They wanna throw away the key and lock a nigga up,
I remember when they put me in handcuffs.
I look you in the eye “Shawty what you cryin’ for?”
I’ll be out in the morning, baby post bail.
Get your hair done cause I’m comin’ straight over there.
I trust her with the money, shawty so real.
I put them diamonds on her,
Just to show I care.
You stuck with a nigga, in and out of jail.
I know you love me baby, I put you through hell.
I gotta get it, get it, I can’t leave the streets.
I didn’t choose the hustle, the hustle chose me