If U Buyin

[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

Fuck rappin' I'll retire

Negotiators say they'll provide

The paper I desire

But he's a liar

Cause I'm tired of being lied to

So we die too, I ride through

Bustin' with the hostages

Shielding me, yielding me,

From the cops and shit

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 suck me like they had no teeth

Now all of a sudden these muthafuckas wanna know me

Calm me down, sayin "Ridah let the hostages free"

But I'm on some fuck the world shit and I don't know

I guess I'm stressed off the bullshit

But they don't know me like they think they do

To the whole world nigga

[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

Cause something's wrong

Touchin' my gat was also peelin' it

And I'm feelin' strong

Look up and all I seen was two niggas' 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 fuck 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 niggas get smoked

Was it somethin' I drank or

Was it somethin' I smoked

All these niggas think they know me

When they really don't know

Damn it's killing 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 niggas and I blast ya silly muthafucka

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 niggas actin' like the dons we the last ones

With a gat in my palm

I'm pullin' fast ones

These suckers actin' like they really want some

Come get some

I'm getting dumb

Dumpin' hollow's with your death day

So catch your breath man

Somebody better hold me

That's what they told me

The ghetto is tryin' to kill me

Cause I'm constantly gettin' silly

Just a thug nigga

I roll with ridahs and hustlahs

We dumping slugs nigga

And we don't fuck with no bustas

But I love niggas

Who get they thug on and the drugs 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

[Chorus]

[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 grass

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 nigga 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

Muthafuckas ain't shit

Only let a nigga 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 nigga