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Daz
These motherfkers ain't knowin...
These motherfkers ain't knowin...
These motherfkers ain't knowin...
These motherfkers ain't knowin...
All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this s**t
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 with the thangs
Blowin s**t 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 this cold, hearted down to a savage
A greedy motherfker 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
Tray Deee
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 down when I handle my business
Motherfkers know to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
Cuz for my chips get licked just like blunts
Terrorize in disguise to surprise that ass
Gang-bangin as* criminal, don't mind to blast
For my set to just a check a motherfker on GP
To make it known, it's on, and you can't see me
Chorus: Daz
You ain't knowin...
What can go on in the streets
hustlin, competin for power everyday in the streets
These motherfkers ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any , rest in peace
You motherfkers ain't knowin...
Dealin with that are corrupt, when
thinkin a nigg* 'posed to die at they feet
You motherfkers ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any , rest in peace
Daz
I'm paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance
A motherfker got jealous, and D tried to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location that's new
Get to servin up 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 went 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 motherfkers better stay the fk off my block
If ya mind ya business, no one gets shot
Tray Deee
Ya getcha wig split comin with that bulls**t
fk 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 s**t 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
Chorus
repeat "Hey, hey, hey, hey.." in background
talking
That's what I'm seein
Y'all want some of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin pah?
Get the fk out the way! (You ain't knowin...)
Hahaha, Dat nigg* Daz and Tray Deee the Beast..
Doin it like this, all day everyday..
So if y'all sucka-ass 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..
nigg*....
