Tray Deee - U Ain't Know'n lyrics

[Daz] These motherf**ers ain't knowin... These motherf**ers ain't knowin... These motherf**ers ain't knowin... These motherf**ers ain't knowin... All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this sh** 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 n***as sh** out, for that, rock c**aine 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 motherf**er 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 n***as down when I handle my business Motherf**ers know to lay it low when I'm on the hunt Cuz for my chips n***as get licked just like blunts Terrorize in disguise to surprise that a** Gang-bangin a** criminal, don't mind to blast For my set to just a check a motherf**er on GP To make it known, it's on, and you n***as can't see me [Chorus: Daz] You ain't knowin... What can go on in the streets n***as hustlin, competin for power everyday in the streets These motherf**ers ain't knowin... And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't Lookin on any n***as, rest in peace You motherf**ers ain't knowin... Dealin with n***as that are corrupt, when Thinkin a n***a 'posed to die at they feet You motherf**ers ain't knowin... And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't Lookin on any n***as, rest in peace [Daz] I'm paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance A motherf**er got jealous, and D tried to tell him So what do? We groove to a location that's new Get to servin up n***as 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 s**er 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**ers better stay the f** off my block If ya mind ya business, no one gets shot [Tray Deee] Ya getcha wig split comin with that bullsh** f** with the gang and we bang, get yo hood licked (yeah!) Through from that city where it's strictly all k**as and G's Keepin heat, known to creep, out to peel 'em for cheese Ain't no pa**es, just the fastest to get they sh** 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 n***as want some of this? Huh? Do you know we k**in n***as pah? Get the f** out the way! (You ain't knowin...) Hahaha, Dat n***a Daz and Tray Deee the Beast.. Doin it like this, all day everyday.. So if y'all s**a-a** n***as 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***a....