Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Neva Know, artist - Trick Daddy. Album song Thug Matrimony: Married To The Streets, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Slip-N-Slide
Song language: English
U Neva Know |
You know, all the niggas I know that was told on |
Yesterday’s, killers, today’s fuck niggas huh? |
My lifestyle’s quite complicated |
I’m an ex-drug dealer, corner sto' nigga, still mob affiliated |
I’m disrespectful, ill-mannered and quite fiesty |
That’s why fuck niggas and slap bitches never did like me |
But Lord, if you’re listenin, please God forgive me |
If I end up doin one of these niggas 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 niggas don’t hear me |
See y’all got choppers that’s splittin when these niggas |
Go to sippin and set trippin like (FUCK NIGGAZ LISTEN!!) |
I’m just doin my thug thizzle, and I ain’t fuckin with a nigga |
So why they fuckin with a nigga huh? |
I guess it’s part of the strip, where you step out of line |
Get flipped out the lip, fuckin 'round get killed |
So let them niggas know I’ll never forget 'em |
Through the rain sleet or snow, I’ll always remember yo |
You never know, you never know |
You never know, you never never know |
You never know, you never know that |
Know that. |
(know that.) |
And even though my, childhood was low budget, shit |
Some of the shit I couldn’t have, I wouldn’ta have |
If the niggas 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 jerks 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 shit 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 |
(One murder comin right up) |
Who got beef for the Daddy Dollars |
And wearin wires around they collars |
Yo, y’all fuck niggas I’ll stop ya |
And I declare war on any pussy 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 shit started, but I been well known to finish it |
See, and you can fuck around, and have a whole truck |
Of young stupid muh’fuckers, '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 bitch they catch, bet they ass sendin matches |
You never know, cause they never know, and they never will |
Why? |
Cause real niggas never tell, c’mon |