Thought You Knew

Verse 1: PS
Never gave a fk and I still don't
So save your lectures, I'ma g*ngb*ng for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the brain
The youngest motherfker on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your as* rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin
Quick to pull the trigger, put your as* in a coffin
Never been a baller but I trap many ballin
Homies y'know I don't give a fk, I was starvin
You better hide your daughter cos I'm out to get laid with d*ck
and have her sprung on this black as* nigg*
Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin from her daddy and her mother
Sellin rocks to the scandalous as* clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I never gave a fk about a stupid as* hoodrat

Chorus:

girls ridin on my bit
hit me up and s**t
But I'm from the Eastside
Where the do or die
Representin like a dream
Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

Verse 2: Billy Boy

Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin credit card schemes and cashin hot cheques
I got a 9 for any nigg* that come runnin up
Keepin motherfkers on the duck
You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends
If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
you can find Billy Boy rollin down your block
Hittin switches cos your b*tch is gettin paid, cos that's my way
and all the hoes still wanna fk (You know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey as* is comin out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money
So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot
cos I can't fk without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody wanna fk a nigg* like me
but I won't be gettin back in the CPT

Chorus:

tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a fk
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll fk you with my 9
Don't give your plees cos I don't bang
But I'm down to fully slang
40 Thevz end down your crew
cos Circle's deep I thought you knew

Verse 3: Coolio

I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk as* holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up like a pack of punk girls
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes
You don't wanna see me out the motherfkin front
Don't you take this s**t for granted just cos call me Cool
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-O-O-L-I-O G
M to the A, A to the D
A Circle full of that you don't wanna see
You ain't nuttin but a pistol that's fkin with a missile
I chew your as* like gristle til the ref blows the whistle
Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my motherfkin pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke
*cough*

Chorus:

C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Punk motherfkers get two to the chin
I don't give a fk what'cha got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your as* gotta go
Ain't a d*mn thing changed but only the year
East Coast, West Coast get the *?c'reer?*
You don't wanna see my crew
Cos Circle's deep I thought you knew