U Neva Know

This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)

Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)

You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on

Yesterday's, killers, today's fuck niggaz huh?

My lifestyle's quite complicated

I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated

I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty

That's why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me

But Lord, if you're listenin', please God forgive me

If I end up doin' one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me

But the devil leaves me only a few choices

I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, why'all niggaz don't hear me

See why'all got choppers that's splittin' when these niggaz

Go to sippin and set trippin' like (Fuck niggas listen)

I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't fuckin with a nigga

So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?

I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line

get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed

So let them niggaz know I'll never forget 'em

Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo

You never know, you never know

You never know, you never never know

You never know, you never know that

know that.. (know that..)

And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit

Some of the shit I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have

if the niggaz wouldn'ta took it

I wanted things my momma couldn't afford

And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty

it made me even want it more

But now the police got the spot hot

Doin' an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine

And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse

is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team

I heard how bad them boys really want me

But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey

After all, I done exposed a few of they rats

And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back

And all the shit that I can tell 'em, tell 'em

Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em

Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life

I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause

(One murder comin right up)

Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars

And wearin wires around they collars

Yo, why'all fuck niggaz I'll stop ya

And I declare war on any pussy boy

And tell his momma his son a whore

Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for

See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan

And I'll, back up sprayin, so why'all don't act up man

I was just a law-abidin citizen

And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it

See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck

of young stupid muh'fuckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya

And all they need is a minute in the clear

Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance

So why'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em

The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches

You never know, cause they never know, and they never will

Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, see'mon