[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
f** 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 sh**
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 s** me like they had no teeth
Now all of a sudden these muthaf**as wanna know me
Calm me down, sayin "Ridah let the hostages free"
But I'm on some f** the world sh** and I don't know
I guess I'm stressed off the bullsh**
But they don't know me like they think they do
To the whole world n***a
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 n***as' 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 f** 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 n***as get smoked
Was it somethin' I drank or
Was it somethin' I smoked
All these n***as think they know me
When they really don't know
Damn it's k**ing 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 n***as and I blast ya silly muthaf**a
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 n***as actin' like the dons we the last ones
Wit a gat in my palm
I'm pullin' fast ones
These s**ers actin' like they really want some
Come get some
I'm getting dumb
Dumpin' hollow's with your d**h day
So catch your breath man
Somebody better hold me
That's what they told me
The ghetto is tryin' to k** me
Cuz I'm constantly gettin' silly
Just a thug n***a
I roll with ridahs and hustlahs
We dumping slugs n***a
And we don't f** with no bustas
But I love n***as
Who get they thug on and the d** 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
[Hook]
[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 gra**
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 n***a 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
Muthaf**as ain't sh**
Only let a n***a 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 n***a