[Ridah]
Man what they thought
That I`d give up and get caught
After I grabbed the nine
And headed straight for the fault
When it ain`t never been a battle
That I fought and lost
Without my opponent being traced out in chalk
But I still ain`t satisfied
So peep the rapid fire
This`ll be the day I die
Fuck rappin` I`ll retire
Negotiators say they`ll provide
The paper I desire
But he`s a liar
Cuz I`m tired of being lied to
So we die too, I ride through
Bustin` wit the hostages
Shielding me, yielding me,
From the cops and shit
Spectators syndicate of how to stop this kid
But it`s too late
I fear no fate, plus shoot straight
And it`s funny
That all I ever wanted was some money
And someone to suck me like they had no teeth
Now all of a sudden these muthafuckas wanna know me
Calm me down, sayin Ridah let the hostages free
But I`m on some fuck the world shit and I don`t know
I guess I`m stressed off the bullshit
But they don`t know me like they think they do
To the whole world nigga
Chorus: [Ridah]
You don`t know me like you think you do
If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you
But still you don`t know me like you think you do
I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you
You don`t know me, you don`t know me like you think you do
If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you
But still you don`t know me like you think you do
I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you
You don`t know
[Hustlah]
I was in the back seat
Tacked out sipping yak
Keep burnin` my chest
Dropping ashes from my skull
Cherry burnin` my flesh and I can`t feel it
Cuz something`s wrong
Touchin` my gat was also peelin` it
And I`m feelin` strong
Look up and all I seen was two niggas` dome
And my cousin Clyde sayin`
Lil` Cutty hold on
But the feelin` was strong like I said
One in the chamber on my thang
Wear a beam on they head
Tryin` to stop
But my fingers kept holdin` on
Hella [?] I wish [?] the car [?] wrapped around a pole
And I`m out cold
Smith and Wesson in my hand
And a couple of songs in my pocket
As I bail from the [?] [?] gone
What the fuck one minute was on way home
Next one I`m hittin` gauges with blood stains on my clothes
Now I ain`t worried about my PCP though [?][?] for a second
Or Two niggas get smoked
Was it somethin` I drank or
Was it somethin` I smoked
All these niggas think they know me
When they really don`t know
Damn it`s killing me slow
Think I`m a rapper but he`s dealin` his coke
It`s the only way I still lounge and chill with my folks
[AP 9]
You better back up
Give me some room, stack up
Before I jack ya, on a platoon
We be them niggas and I blast ya silly muthafucka
You not knowing me who asked ya
I wouldn`t put it past ya
I`m movin` faster
In the fast lane the fast life causing disasters
These niggas actin` like the dons we the last ones
Wit a gat in my palm
I`m pullin` fast ones
These suckers actin` like they really want some
Come get some
I`m getting dumb
Dumpin` hollow`s with your death day
So catch your breath man
Somebody better hold me
That`s what they told me
The ghetto is tryin` to kill me
Cuz I`m constantly gettin` silly
Just a thug nigga
I roll with ridahs and hustlahs
We dumping slugs nigga
And we don`t fuck with no bustas
But I love niggas
Who get they thug on and the drugs on
Police jockin` me
Told my little cousin that they watchin` me
Stoppin` me, poppin` me
They wanna see AP not breath like Pac see
I live the young, the good life
The mob life foo
But you don`t know me like you think you do
[Chorus]
[Fed X]
It all happened in a Lincoln limo
I`m talkin` business
With a [?] cap by the name of Leo
Was supposed to be his so called nephew
A Coleone that was sellin` it
For two times cheaper than what his uncle do
I should of knew I couldn`t trust him
The snake in the grass
Crossed his van
Throw that kilo in the shape top grab
Set me up
The Feds needed a bust
A paid cat from the Bureau
That his own team couldn`t trust
They call me Groupie Don
Had to get him for nine
A ball head nut from Frisco
Who sold his pistols by the crate
And [?] with missiles and hand grenades
They don`t know
It`s all a fad
[The Jacka]
And I could tell them on my way
Just a few more moves I gotta make
And a few more chances I gotta take
Being in the Mob
Every job is a promise I can`t break
The fast lane
Yeah so much cash came
The Feds know my name
But they don`t know my face
My young nigga got caught
When a cape caught a case
Any time you will waste
G`z on a lawyer
Only to get 34 years
Chest to the floor
Push-ups till your chest gets soft
Muthafuckas ain`t shit
Only let a nigga know
When I predict
As time changes playas become haters
Even if you knew me for hella long
You will still be a stranger
You don`t know me nigga
