First Cla** - U Neva Know lyrics

[Trick Daddy] This one goin out to uhh, that n***a Bub (the game done changed) Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that n***a Wayne Parker (ha ha) You know, all the n***as I know that was told on Yesterday's, k**ers, today's f** n***as huh? [Verse One] My lifestyle's quite complicated I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' n***a, still mob affiliated I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty That's why f** n***as and slap b**hes never did like me But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me If I end up doin one of these n***as out to ruin me and k** me But the devil leaves me only a few choices I gotta k** him or he'll k** me, y'all n***as don't hear me See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these n***as Go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (fu*k ni**aZ LISTEN!!) I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't f**in with a n***a So why they f**in with a n***a huh? I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line Get flipped out the lip, f**in 'round get k**ed So let them n***as know I'll never forget 'em Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo [Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy] You never know, you never know You never know, you never never know You never know, you never know that Know that.. (know that..) [Verse Two] And even though my, childhood was low budget, sh** Some of the sh** I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have If the n***as 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 c**aine 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 sh** 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three] (One murder comin right up) Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars And wearin wires around they collars Yo, y'all f** n***as I'll stop ya And I declare war on any p**y boy And tell his momma his son a who*e Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man I was just a law-abidin citizen And I never been a sh** started, but I been well known to finish it See, and you can f** around, and have a whole truck Of young stupid muh'f**ers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya And all they need is a minute in the clear Where all the witnesses in they a** done be worth a whole life chance So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em The next b**h they catch, bet they a** sendin matches You never know, cause they never know, and they never will Why? Cause real n***as never tell, c'mon [Chorus]