[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