If You Don't Know

(feat. Chaos, Quick Ta Mac)

[Verse 1: Lil 1/2 Dead]

I gots game like Monopoly

Ain't no nigga stoppin' me

From doin' what I gotta do, so fuck you and you too

Your whole crew is weak, so peep

Sit back for a second, let this real nigga speak

Tweak off the shit that I say is true

And like my girl Brat, I'm gonna give it to you

Through, the heartaches and tears and pain

I would never ever change I'd always stay the same

I aim to be the shit when I spits my verse

I gets my point across, that's why you hear me curse

First, the turf where I dwell it's on

Niggaz be slippin' straight catchin' two to the dome

The zone, that I'm in is oh so bad

We dropped some dope albums and we started a fad

Oh, if you ain't know where I'm from

We be flowin'

And this is dedicated to the one's who ain't knowin

[Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

Who's them niggaz wit the cavvy shit

Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know

Who's them niggaz droppin' cavvy shit

Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know

[Verse 2: Quick Ta Mac]

A nigga feelin' good on that up and up

Cuz a nigga's not fuckin' up like before

(Makin' money) Makin' more

Doin' tours around the state

As I regulate and penetrate

Those in the crowd who drove miles

(To see Hostyle)

And Lil Hd blows up the spot

Groupie hoes jock and jealous muthafuckas try to plot

People be wildin' but I be hostylin'

Tryin' to keep my muthafuckin' income steady pilin'

(By doin' what?) By bustin' all these doggy ass raps

On these doggy ass tracks

Gettin' paid by ASCAP

I'm stayin' true

Nigga I ain't bellin' wit that nigga Big Frank Stank

Makin' more hits than Hank

Damn! It's that nigga Sam on the loose

I'm comin' through like Ice Cube

Walkin' in my black boots

Oops! My style is stainless

I'm flippin' shit like Reglagainus

That nigga Quick Ta Mac crept up up on yo anus

[Hook: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

Who's them niggaz wit the cavvy shit

Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know

Who's them niggaz droppin' cavvy shit

Its that nigga half dead and the hostyle click

Who's them niggaz with the cavvy flow

It's them long beach niggaz if you didn't know

[Insert: Lil' 1/2 Dead]

Yeah eastside riders in this mutha

Total Track in this muthafucka

For the ninety-see-i-yi-yi-zix, biatch..

[Verse 3: Chaos]

Now ain't this a trip, Quick Ta Mac

We got niggaz who hate us

And hoes all up on our sac (Why's that?)

Cuz it's a whole lot of jealousy and envy

Behind my back they enemies

But in my face they friends of me

(Damn, is that how it be?)

Yup that's why we gettin' jocked by them hoes

We used to clown back in '93

(Groupies) Is what we call 'em

They only want the ballin'

And they shake the spot fast

When your paper's pilin' farther

So nigga pick up your ends

And hop up off your bitch

And stop spendin' all your money

On the hoes wit the contact lens

You better come to your senses

And keep your dollas and yo cent-ses

In your pockets where they go

And never trust no hoe

Cuz if you slip then they'll dip

In your money clip

Talk behind your back

And spread some rumors 'bout some funny shit

So take heed to the shit we be flowin'

And this is dedicated to the ones who ain't knowin'

[Hook x2]