Artist: Dom Pachino f/ Blue Raspberry, Cranston Juliani Album: The Grunge Song: My People Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Blue Raspberry] My people, my people My people, my people, oh, oh, oh My people, my, my, my, my, my, my, people They just don't know, they just don't know [Blue Raspberry] They just don't know, what I'm here to do I've been putting in work for years, for years and years And it's such a shame, when you start to win your pain Thinking how many people come to you I don't think that it is fair, but then you say That patience is a virtue... I said that If it was meant to be... things will happen And you'll get your groovy back to fold And now I'm shining, listen to me, my people My people... they just didn't know Listen, here come, the rapper to flow People... my, my, my, people, oh You was bound to see, you were bout to see The wrath of Juliani, yo [Interlude: Cranston Juliani] Yo, human Raspberry, now you know that's scary Yup, ok... we ain't new to this, man We true to this thang, hip hop, been on the grind for a minute, yo [Cranston Juliani] I was hot back when Run-DMC was on top But my moms ain't see no future in hip hop So she made me stop and watch my grades I was hot when at the barbershop, all niggas got was fades With their initials engraved, and a tail in the back I'm like Satan all I do is give you hell on the track I take ya'll, to hell and back, and fuck selling a crack I'm on the block, night and day, man, selling my rap And they way retarded, I be sonning the bravehearted I was hot, back when 'Zo Mouring played in Charlotte Team mates with L.J., running trains like railways Leaving my DNA on your female's face Damn, now I'm a baby father, with a little lady holla And I was hot when Air Jordan's cost 80 dollars Back when navy Impala's, wouldn't cool the whip Just cop the the beamer and some hammers and you was the shit Back in the day when Junior Mo had the G on lock And Jack Macky had to make it time to see what's hot Ask your peeps about me, they done heard them stories Bout the Bobby and Jimmy, yes I murdered them shorties Little with no effort, your boy stay the freshest And I was hot back when Rod broke Worthy's records All I need is thirty seconds, and you a fan Give me another thirty seconds and I'll make a grand Have my street team shoot through, up in that van Getting big cake, mixtapes is hand to hand I short circuit your medula, man Supreme being on the track, nigga, fuck who's the man For all ya'll non believers, I'mma leave 'em a quote No disrespect to L.L., but I believe I'm the G.O.A.T., yup I believe I'm the G.O.A.T., what? I believe I'm the G.O.A.T., nigga [Chorus 2X: Blue Raspberry] Oh, oh, oh, oh, my people, my people They just don't know, oh, oh, oh, oh My people, my, my, my, my, people They just don't know, they just don't know