Thought You Knew Lyrics

Never gave a f*** and I still don't
So save your lectures I'ma g******* for the rest of my life
A young BG deranged in the brain
The youngest m*********** on the chain gang
Yeah I still slang my thangs like a G
Really can I make your a** rest in peace?
No need to waste my energy squabbin'
Quick to pull the trigger put your a** in a coffin

Never been a baller but I trap many ballin'
Homies you 'know I don't give a f***, I was starvin'
You better hide your daughter 'cause I'm out to get laid with d***
and have her sprung on this black a** n****

Straight up out the gutter, have her stealin' from her daddy and her mother
Sellin' rocks to the scandalous a** clockers
Ready to meet my snaps, yeah I'm cool like that
and I never gave a f*** about a stupid a** hoodrat

b****** ridin' on my bit
n***** hit me up and s***
But I'm from the Eastside
Where the n***** do or die
Representin' like a dream
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew

Uh, uh, uh
As I crack dice from one hood to the next
Doin' credit card schemes and cashin' hot checks
I got a 9 for any n**** that come runnin' up

Keepin' m************ on the duck
You can give a this or that sling, the yea or the tracks
but when your chick starts choking ya, you gots ta break me off
I sweat ya like Keith until ya give me my ends

If a nickel bag is sold in the park I want in
In the middle of the night when the spot's not hot
you can find Billy Boy rollin' down your block
Hittin' switches 'cause your b**** is gettin' paid, 'cause that's my way
and all the hoes still want to f*** (You know we do)
I bleed like the next man but when the gat is in my hand
You can bet my monkey a** is comin' out on top
LA hustlers can't live without money

So before I make sense I gots ta make a knot
'Cause I can't f*** without my hoes
And I can't hit no switch without the 6-4
Everybody want to f*** a n**** like me
but I won't be gettin back in the CPT


n***** tryin to give me stuff
Billy Boy don't give a f***
First I warn you with my rhyme
then I'll f*** you with my 9

Don't give your plees 'cause I don't bang
But I'm down to fully slang
40 Thevz end down your crew
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
I fold a rapper like a dollar just to hear his punk a** holler
Walk into his hood and grab his homies by the collar
Stock em all up like a pack of punk b******
Now I got his whole crew wearin heels and doin dishes

You don't want to see me out the m*********** front
Don't you take this s*** for granted just 'cause n***** call me Cool


M to the A, A to the D
A Circle full of n***** that you don't want to see
You ain't nothin' but a pistol that's f***** with a missile
I chew your a** like gristle til the ref blows the whistle

Sing a song of six packs, a pocket full of snaps
Ain't no punks in my m***********' pack
See I use to be broke now I blow indo smoke
First you diss my city then you choke



Punk m************ get two to the chin
I don't give a f*** what ya got or who you know
Step to the Maadness, your a** gotta go
Ain't a d*** thing changed but only the year

East Coast, West Coast get the [unknown]
You don't want to see my crew
'Cause Circle's deep I thought you knew
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