If U Buying

[Ridah]<br>Man what they thought<br>That I`d give up and get caught<br>After I grabbed the nine<br>And headed straight for the fault<br>When it ain`t never been a battle<br>That I fought and lost<br>Without my opponent being traced out in chalk<br>But I still ain`t satisfied<br>So peep the rapid fire<br>This`ll be the day I die<br>Fuck rappin` I`ll retire<br>Negotiators say they`ll provide<br>The paper I desire<br>But he`s a liar<br>Cuz I`m tired of being lied to<br>So we die too, I ride through<br>Bustin` wit the hostages<br>Shielding me, yielding me,<br>From the cops and shit<br>Spectators syndicate of how to stop this kid<br>But it`s too late<br>I fear no fate, plus shoot straight<br>And it`s funny<br>That all I ever wanted was some money<br>And someone to suck me like they had no teeth<br>Now all of a sudden these muthafuckas wanna know me<br>Calm me down, sayin "Ridah let the hostages free"<br>But I`m on some fuck the world shit and I don`t know<br>I guess I`m stressed off the bullshit<br>But they don`t know me like they think they do<br>To the whole world nigga<br><br>Chorus: [Ridah]<br>You don`t know me like you think you do<br>If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you<br>But still you don`t know me like you think you do<br>I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you<br>You don`t know me, you don`t know me like you think you do<br>If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you<br>But still you don`t know me like you think you do<br>I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you<br>You don`t know<br><br>[Hustlah]<br>I was in the back seat<br>Tacked out sipping yak<br>Keep burnin` my chest<br>Dropping ashes from my skull<br>Cherry burnin` my flesh and I can`t feel it<br>Cuz something`s wrong<br>Touchin` my gat was also peelin` it<br>And I`m feelin` strong<br>Look up and all I seen was two niggas` dome<br>And my cousin Clyde sayin`<br>"Lil` Cutty hold on"<br>But the feelin` was strong like I said<br>One in the chamber on my thang<br>Wear a beam on they head<br>Tryin` to stop<br>But my fingers kept holdin` on<br>Hella [?] I wish [?] the car [?] wrapped around a pole<br>And I`m out cold<br>Smith and Wesson in my hand<br>And a couple of songs in my pocket<br>As I bail from the [?] [?] gone<br>What the fuck one minute was on way home<br>Next one I`m hittin` gauges with blood stains on my clothes<br>Now I ain`t worried about my PCP though [?][?] for a second<br>Or Two niggas get smoked<br>Was it somethin` I drank or<br>Was it somethin` I smoked<br>All these niggas think they know me<br>When they really don`t know<br>Damn it`s killing me slow<br>Think I`m a rapper but he`s dealin` his coke<br>It`s the only way I still lounge and chill with my folks<br><br>[AP 9]<br>You better back up<br>Give me some room, stack up<br>Before I jack ya, on a platoon<br>We be them niggas and I blast ya silly muthafucka<br>You not knowing me who asked ya<br>I wouldn`t put it past ya<br>I`m movin` faster<br>In the fast lane the fast life causing disasters<br>These niggas actin` like the dons we the last ones<br>Wit a gat in my palm<br>I`m pullin` fast ones<br>These suckers actin` like they really want some<br>Come get some<br>I`m getting dumb<br>Dumpin` hollow`s with your death day<br>So catch your breath man<br>Somebody better hold me<br>That`s what they told me<br>The ghetto is tryin` to kill me<br>Cuz I`m constantly gettin` silly<br>Just a thug nigga<br>I roll with ridahs and hustlahs<br>We dumping slugs nigga<br>And we don`t fuck with no bustas<br>But I love niggas<br>Who get they thug on and the drugs on<br>Police jockin` me<br>Told my little cousin that they watchin` me<br>Stoppin` me, poppin` me<br>They wanna see AP not breath like Pac see<br>I live the young, the good life<br>The mob life foo<br>But you don`t know me like you think you do<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Fed X]<br>It all happened in a Lincoln limo<br>I`m talkin` business<br>With a [?] cap by the name of Leo<br>Was supposed to be his so called nephew<br>A Coleone that was sellin` it<br>For two times cheaper than what his uncle do<br>I should of knew I couldn`t trust him<br>The snake in the grass<br>Crossed his van<br>Throw that kilo in the shape top grab<br>Set me up<br>The Feds needed a bust<br>A paid cat from the Bureau<br>That his own team couldn`t trust<br>They call me Groupie Don<br>Had to get him for nine<br>A ball head nut from Frisco<br>Who sold his pistols by the crate<br>And [?] with missiles and hand grenades<br>They don`t know<br>It`s all a fad<br><br>[The Jacka]<br>And I could tell them on my way<br>Just a few more moves I gotta make<br>And a few more chances I gotta take<br>Being in the Mob<br>Every job is a promise I can`t break<br>The fast lane<br>Yeah so much cash came<br>The Feds know my name<br>But they don`t know my face<br>My young nigga got caught<br>When a cape caught a case<br>Any time you will waste<br>G`z on a lawyer<br>Only to get 34 years<br>Chest to the floor<br>Push-ups till your chest gets soft<br>Muthafuckas ain`t shit<br>Only let a nigga know<br>When I predict<br>As time changes playas become haters<br>Even if you knew me for hella long<br>You will still be a stranger<br>You don`t know me nigga