U Ain't Know'n - Daz Dillinger, Tray Dee

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin…

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this shit

Three houses and four cars before the A26

Livin the life I made, and learnt trades to stay payed

In any occasion in these scamless days

It was the street life, that make me do these wicked thangs

Blowin niggas shit out, for that, rock cocaine

I can’t explain it, got to contain it, the gang status

Of being the roughest, the toughest, and the baddest for the capture

Livin lavish, a heart that’s cold, hearted down to a savage

A greedy motherfucker out to have it

Can I be wicked and do the things that I gotta do?

In pursuit of things I do with my crew

Daz — ya gotsta ride for ya side just to be recognized

Ain’t no busters up amongst us, straight do or die

Put my life on the line, on the grind for mine

Doin crime, doin time for these nickels and dimes

On a mission, takin from riches, shakin the snitches

Layin niggas down when I handle my business

Motherfuckers know to lay it low when I’m on the hunt

Cuz for my chips niggas get licked just like blunts

Terrorize in disguise to surprise that ass

Gang-bangin ass criminal, don’t mind to blast

For my set to just a check a motherfucker on GP

To make it known, it’s on, and you niggas can’t see me

You ain’t knowin'

What can go on in the streets

Niggas hustlin', competin' for power every day in the streets

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t

Lookin on any niggas, rest in peace

You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

Dealin' with niggas that are corrupt, when

Thinkin' a nigga 'posed to die at they feet

You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t

Lookin' on any niggas, rest in peace

I’m paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance

A motherfucker got jealous, and D tried to tell him

So what do?

We groove to a location that’s new

Get to servin up niggas and the rest of they crew

Rollin to Anaheim, rollin in my Riveira

I take a look in my rearview cuz the cops be tailin

Bust a left in the alley and let the cops go by

And continue my day, feelin high as a rise

Stop by my homie Tray Deee house to pick up the gang

(Boo-Yaa!!) One sucker died in the Time’s front page

Cuz the boys in the hood are always hard

Ya come talkin the trash and we’ll pull ya card

So you motherfuckers better stay the fuck off my block

If ya mind ya business, no one gets shot

Ya getcha wig split comin with that bullshit

Fuck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!)

Through from that city where it’s strictly all killas and G’s

Keepin heat, known to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese

Ain’t no passes, just the fastest to get they shit out

Or lucky to duck, when the slugs get spit out

You know what’s happenin so don’t be actin like it’s fiction

Cuz I’ma catch you slippin and put you in that position

And I ain’t missin, I’m liftin everything I’m hittin

Hold the court in the street, cuz I ain’t waitin for the sentence

Catch me on the freeway, smashin while the beat play

Quick to let the heat spray, doin it the G way

You ain’t knowin'

What can go on in the streets

Niggas hustlin', competin' for power every day in the streets

These motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t

Lookin on any niggas, rest in peace

You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

Dealin' with niggas that are corrupt, when

Thinkin' a nigga 'posed to die at they feet

You motherfuckers ain’t knowin'

And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t

Lookin' on any niggas, rest in peace

That’s what I’m seein

Y’all niggas want some of this?

Huh?

Do you know we killin niggas pah?

Get the fuck out the way!

(You ain’t knowin…)

Hahaha, Dat Nigga Daz and Tray Deee the Beast.

Doin it like this, all day everyday.

So if y’all sucka-ass niggas want some of this…

Y’all know where to find us… or we’ll find you

One on one — fifty on fifty;

it don’t matter.

Nigga…