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letra de not the nigga you thought i was - nationwide rip ridaz

[awol]
this yo’ hood k, b-tch, so call me ck he wrote
and a 187 on crip, and one hundred percent on damus he wrote
be called everything from rickets to crab, cause i put the stomp down
slob n-ggas ain’t know i’m a gangsta baby, baby gangsta compton
tell you though homie, that we gives a f-ck about which is blue or cripple
no glock to the temple, ? that’s over and kickin’ it simple
i know one dizzay, i’m bound to catch a f-ckin’ kizzay
can’t get a wizzay, i shot a slob in the fizzay
so if you happen to see my b-tch and my sh-t, you jacker
she come to me, i get the 47 and boom-shakalaka
slobs heatin’ up, set ’em on fire, put the fire on ’em
that’s why he did it, cause what, cuz? that n-gga’s a brim
couldn’t see my face, all the witness say that b-tch is callin’ me young cuz
got away scot free, and a g and two c’s

[chorus]
(awol) i’m not the n-gga you thought i was
(voice) what’s your name boy?
(awol) a-w-o-l
(big mike x2) lettin’ a n-gga think he know me, but he really don’t know me, g
(voice) and where you from fool?
(awol) i’m not the n-gga you thought i was
n-gga from kelly park compton, cuz
doin’ this sh-t like oklahoma, n-ggas would not know what he was

[awol]
d-mn, here come the k-side, n-ggas don’t want no problems
n-ggas ain’t never heard of a .45 revolver
“n-ggas don’t want no m-th-f-ckin’ problems with my hood”
baby gangsta evil side k’s up, it’s understood
hun loc, should i f-ck this slob b-tch? (h-ll nah) no, i shouldn’t
cause i said a slob b-tch make me itch
and if i’m f-cking her, she f-ck a n-gga, that means i’m f-cking ’em both
and if i f-ck without a rubber then i’m f-cking too close
call me a playa hata, b-tch, as long as i love the gangstas
one of you playas are bustas, why the f-ck can’t i hate you?
play a d-ck on down your throat, see you gangsta haters hickup
glock .50 pickup, now b-tch, check this stickup
i guess i jack yo’ mama first, catch her slippin’ comin’ from church
do ? work, sn-tch her purse, empty my clips ’til they die from thirst
just to woop her -ss, make her l1ck my nuts
until her ? ?will be f-cked?
don’t snitch you b-tch, just tell ’em
…it’s not the n-gga you thought it was

[awol]
now when the times get behind me with this slob in my trunk
i’m dippin’, hardcore, in the street i’m rippin’, 25 with the l, are you trippin’? (off what?)
off my gang signs, this young b.g. ain’t colorblind
learnt to split that gang of purple in half, since ?i was 9?
as you could tell a n-gga’s stuck to the truest side
my n-ggas pick me up, the other side was suicide
slob n-gga don’t underestimate the plan
why you thinkin’ this sh-t is cool, i’m trying to conjure up some contraband
a gun, a knife, a fork, a spoon
sharpenin’ anything, lettin’ the gangsta hater meet his doom
a-w-o-l, i’m wild off the loot
not the n-gga you thought i was, n-gga that k!lled that n-gga for his coupe
i loot, when it ain’t no riot going on
weigh far less than 200 pounds, so b-tch i ain’t that strong
who needs to be stronger as my index finger could pull
say i’ll leave your mouth full, i’m not the n-gga you thought i was

[chorus] x4
(awol) i’m not the n-gga you thought i was
(voice) what’s your name boy?
(awol) a-w-o-l
(big mike x2) lettin’ a n-gga think he know me, but he really don’t know me, g
(voice) and where you from fool?
(awol) i’m not the n-gga you thought i was
n-gga from kelly park compton, cuz
doin’ this sh-t like oklahoma, n-ggas would not know what he was

[repeat ’til fade]
“lettin’ a n-gga think he know me, but he really don’t know me, g” (big mike)

- nationwide rip ridaz

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