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daz dillinger - u ain't know'n lyrics

[intro: daz dillinger]
these motherf-ckers ain’t knowin…
these motherf-ckers ain’t knowin…
these motherf-ckers ain’t knowin…
these motherf-ckers ain’t knowin…

[verse 1: daz dillinger]
all i ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this sh-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 wicked thangs
blowin n-ggas sh-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 that’s cold, hearted down to a savage
a greedy motherf-cker 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

[verse 2: 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 n-ggas down when i handle my business
motherf-ckers know to lay it low when i’m on the hunt
cuz for my chips n-ggas get l!cked just like blunts
terrorize in disguise to surprise that -ss
gang-bangin -ss criminal, don’t mind to blast
for my set to just a check a motherf-cker on gp
to make it known, it’s on, and you n-ggas can’t see me

[chorus: daz dillinger]
you ain’t knowin’
what can go on in the streets
n-ggas hustlin’, competin’ for power every day in the streets
these motherf-ckers ain’t knowin’
and you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
lookin on any n-ggas, rest in peace
you motherf-ckers ain’t knowin’
dealin’ with n-ggas that are corrupt, when
thinkin’ a n-gga ‘posed to die at they feet
you motherf-ckers ain’t knowin’
and you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain’t
lookin’ on any n-ggas, rest in peace

[verse 3: daz dillinger]
i’m paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance
a motherf-cker got jealous, and d tried to tell him
so what do? we groove to a location that’s new
get to servin up n-ggas 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 go 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 motherf-ckers better stay the f-ck off my block
if ya mind ya business, no one gets shot

[verse 4: tray deee]
ya getcha wig split comin with that bullsh-t
f-ck with the gang and we bang, get yo hood l!cked (yeah!)
through from that city where it’s strictly all k!llas and g’s
keepin heat, known to creep, out to peel ’em for cheese
ain’t no p-sses, just the fastest to get they sh-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

[repeat “hey, hey, hey, hey..” in background]

[outro]
that’s what i’m seein
y’all n-ggas want some of this?
huh? do you know we k!llin n-ggas pah?
get the f-ck out the way! (you ain’t knowin…)
hahaha, dat n-gga daz and tray deee the beast..
doin it like this, all day everyday..
so if y’all sucka–ss n-ggas 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..
n-gga….

- daz dillinger lyrics

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