U Neva Know

[Trick Daddy]<br>This one goin out to uhh, that nigga Bub (the game done changed)<br>Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that nigga Wayne Parker (ha ha)<br>You know, all the niggaz I know that was told on<br>Yesterday`s, killers, today`s fuck niggaz huh?<br><br>[Verse One]<br>My lifestyle`s quite complicated<br>I`m an ex-drug dealer, corner sto` nigga, still mob affiliated<br>I`m disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty<br>That`s why fuck niggaz and slap bitches never did like me<br>But Lord, if you`re listenin, please God forgive me<br>If I end up doin one of these niggaz out to ruin me and kill me<br>But the devil leaves me only a few choices<br>I gotta kill him or he`ll kill me, y`all niggaz don`t hear me<br>See y`all got choppers that`s splittin when these niggaz<br>go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!)<br>I`m just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain`t fuckin with a nigga<br>So why they fuckin with a nigga huh?<br>I guess it`s part of the strip, where you step out of line<br>get flipped out the lip, fuckin `round get killed<br>So let them niggaz know I`ll never forget `em<br>Through the rain sleet or snow, I`ll always remember yo<br><br>[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]<br>You never know, you never know<br>You never know, you never never know<br>You never know, you never know that<br>know that.. (know that..)<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit<br>Some of the shit I couldn`t have, I wouldn`ta have<br>if the niggaz wouldn`ta took it<br>I wanted things my momma couldn`t afford<br>And that`s crazy, cause as a little shorty<br>it made me even want it more<br>But now the police got the spot hot<br>Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine<br>And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse<br>is that them jerks lost they spine against my own team<br>I heard how bad them boys really want me<br>But most likely, they gon` indict me, for keepin it real homey<br>After all, I done exposed a few of they rats<br>And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back<br>And all the shit that I can tell `em, tell `em<br>Two times convicted felon so, ain`t much I can sell `em<br>Plus I`m a slug and my third strike`s my whole life<br>I know the money`s lovely but hell I`ll hold tight cause<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>(One murder comin right up)<br>Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars<br>And wearin wires around they collars<br>Yo, y`all fuck niggaz I`ll stop ya<br>And I declare war on any pussy boy<br>And tell his momma his son a whore<br>Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for<br>See the Boogie Man`s got a backup plan<br>And I`ll, back up sprayin, so y`all don`t act up man<br>I was just a law-abidin citizen<br>And I never been a shit started, but I been well known to finish it<br>See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck<br>of young stupid muh`fuckers, `cept that now they lookin for ya<br>And all they need is a minute in the clear<br>Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance<br>So y`all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at `em<br>The next bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches<br>You never know, cause they never know, and they never will<br>Why? Cause real niggaz never tell, c`mon<br><br>[Chorus]