Trina

"U Neva Know"

[Trick Daddy]
This one goin out to uhh, that n*gga Bub (the game done changed)
Young Black Boy, Rick Growley, that n*gga Wayne Parker (ha ha)
You know, all the n*ggas I know that was told on
Yesterday's, killers, today's f*ck n*ggas huh?

[Verse One]
My lifestyle's quite complicated
I'm an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' n*gga, still mob affiliated
I'm disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty
That's why f*ck n*ggas and slap b*tches never did like me
But Lord, if you're listenin, please God forgive me
If I end up doin one of these n*ggas out to ruin me and kill me
But the devil leaves me only a few choices
I gotta kill him or he'll kill me, y'all n*ggas don't hear me
See y'all got choppers that's splittin when these n*ggas
Go to {?} sippin and set trippin like (f*ck n*ggAZ LISTEN!!)
I'm just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain't f*ckin with a n*gga
So why they f*ckin with a n*gga huh?
I guess it's part of the strip, where you step out of line
Get flipped out the lip, f*ckin 'round get killed
So let them n*ggas know I'll never forget 'em
Through the rain sleet or snow, I'll always remember yo

[Chorus 2X: Trick Daddy]
You never know, you never know
You never know, you never never know
You never know, you never know that
Know that.. (know that..)

[Verse Two]
And even though my, childhood was low budget, sh*t
Some of the sh*t I couldn't have, I wouldn'ta have
If the n*ggas wouldn'ta took it
I wanted things my momma couldn't afford
And that's crazy, cause as a little shorty
It made me even want it more
But now the police got the spot hot
Doin an undercover drug ring, sellin X pills and cocaine
And some sets up a reverse thang; what makes it worse
Is that them j*rks lost they spine against my own team
I heard how bad them boys really want me
But most likely, they gon' indict me, for keepin it real homey
After all, I done exposed a few of they rats
And done told on a few cats to get a few years up off they back
And all the sh*t that I can tell 'em, tell 'em
Two times convicted felon so, ain't much I can sell 'em
Plus I'm a slug and my third strike's my whole life
I know the money's lovely but hell I'll hold tight cause

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
(One murder comin right up)
Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars
And wearin wires around they collars
Yo, y'all f*ck n*ggas I'll stop ya
And I declare war on any pus*y boy
And tell his momma his son a whore
Him give dem crackers what dey lookin for
See the Boogie Man's got a backup plan
And I'll, back up sprayin, so y'all don't act up man
I was just a law-abidin citizen
And I never been a sh*t started, but I been well known to finish it
See, and you can f*ck around, and have a whole truck
Of young stupid muh'f*ckers, 'cept that now they lookin for ya
And all they need is a minute in the clear
Where all the witnesses in they ass done be worth a whole life chance
So y'all keep playin all the crackin, den throwin bricks at 'em
The next b*tch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will
Why? Cause real n*ggas never tell, c'mon

[Chorus]

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