U Ain't Know'n

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