(feat. Big Tray Deee)

[Daz]

These mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...
These mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...
These mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...

These mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...

All I ever dream is to be rich, to live and enjoy this %#@!

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 ^!$$%z %#@! 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 mother$#&@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 ^!$$%z down when I handle my business
Mother$#&@ers know to lay it low when I'm on the hunt
Cuz for my chips ^!$$%z get licked just like blunts

Terrorize in disguise to surprise that $$#
Gang-bangin $$# criminal, don't mind to blast
For my set to just a check a mother$#&@er on GP

To make it known, it's on, and you ^!$$%z can't see me

[Chorus: Daz]

You ain't knowin...
What can go on in the streets
^!$$%z hustlin, competin for power everyday in the streets

These mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any ^!$$%z, rest in peace

You mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...
Dealin with ^!$$%z that are corrupt, when
thinkin a ^!$$% 'posed to die at they feet

You mother$#&@ers ain't knowin...
And you could die from a stray bullet, if you ain't
lookin on any ^!$$%z, rest in peace


[Daz]
I'm paranoid cuz the cops, got me, under surveillance

A mother$#&@er got jealous, and D tried to tell him
So what do? We groove to a location that's new
Get to servin up ^!$$%z 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 mother$#&@ers better stay the $#&@ off my block

If ya mind ya business, no one gets shot

[Tray Deee]

Ya getcha wig split comin with that bull%#@!
$#&@ 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%z want some of this?
Huh? Do you know we killin ^!$$%z pah?
Get the $#&@ out the way! (You ain't knowin...)
Hahaha, Dat ^!$$% Daz and Tray Deee the Beast..
Doin it like this, all day everyday..

So if y'all sucka-ass ^!$$%z want some of this...
Y'all know where to find us... or we'll find you
One on one - fifty on fifty; it don't matter..
^!$$%....