C-bo If U Buying Lyrics

If U Buying Lyrics

feat. Mob Figaz
[Ridah]
Remember what they thought  
That I'd give up and get caught
After I grabbed the nine and headed straight for the fault
When it ain't never been a battle that I fought and lost
Without my opponent being traced out in chalk
But I still ain't satisfied  
Some people rectify  
This will be the day I die
f**k rappin' I'll retire  
Negotiators ain't nothin' by
The paper I desire  
But he's alive  
Cuz I'm tired of being lied to
So we die too, I ride through
Bustin' with the hostages
Shielding me, yielding me from the cops and shit
Spectators syndicate of how to stop this kid  
But it's too late
I fear no fate, plus shoot straight  
And it's funny  
That all I ever wanted was some money
And someone to suck me like they had no dick
Now all of a sudden these muthaf**kas wanna know me
Call me downside ridah let the hostages free
But I'm on some f**k the world sh*t I don't know
I guess I'm stressed of the bullshit
They don't know me like they think they do
To the whole world nigga
[Chorus]

[Ridah]
You don't know me like you think you do
If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you
Still you don't know me like you think you do
I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you
You don't know me, you don't know me like you think you do
If you buying I sit down and have this drink with you
But still you don't know me like you think you do
I was strapped the time you had yo heat with you
You don't know
[Hustlah]
I was in the back seat  
Tacked out sipping yak
Keep burnin' my chest  
Dropping ashes from my skull
Cherry burnin' my flesh and I can't feel it
Cuz something's wrong
Touchin' my gat was also peelin' it
And I'm feelin' strong
Look up and all I seen was two niggas' dome
And my cousin Clyde sayin'
'Lil' Cutty hold on'
But the feelin' was strong like I said
One in the chamber on my thang
Wear a beam on they head
Tryin' to stop
But my fingers kept holdin' on  
Hella [?] I wish [?] the car [?] wrapped around a pole
And I'm out cold  
Smith and Wesson in my hand
And a couple of songs in my pocket  
As I bail from the [?] [?] gone
What the f**k one minute was on way home
Next one I'm hittin' gauges with blood stains on my clothes
Now I ain't worried about my PCP though [?][?] for a second  
Or Two niggas get smoked  
Was it somethin' I drank or  
Was it somethin' I smoked
All these niggas think they know me  
When they really don't know
Damn it's killing me slow  
 
Think I'm a rapper but he's dealin' his coke
It's the only way I still lounge and chill with my folks

[AP 9]
You better back up  
Give me some room, stack up  
Before I jack ya, on a platoon
We be them niggas and I blast ya silly muthaf**ka
You not knowing me who asked ya  
I wouldn't put it past ya
I'm movin' faster  
In the fast lane the fast life causing disasters
These niggas actin' like the dons we the last ones
With a gat in my palm  
I'm coolin' fast ones
These suckers actin' like they really want some
Come get some
I'm getting dumb  
Dumpin' hollow's with your death day
So catch your breath man
Somebody better hold me  
That's what they told me
The ghetto is tryin' to kill me
Cuz I'm constantly gettin' silly
Just a thug nigga  
I roll with ridahs and hustlahs
We dumping slugs nigga  
And we don't f**k with no bustas
But I love niggas
Who get they thug on and the drugs on
Police jockin' me  
Told my little cousin that they watchin' me
Stoppin' me, poppin' me  
They wanna see AP not breath like Pac see
I live the young, the good life
The mob life foo but you don't know me like you think you do
[Chorus]

[Fed X]
It all happened in a Lincoln limo
I'm talkin' business
With a [?] cap by the name of Leo
Was supposed to be his so called nephew
A Coleone that was sellin' it for two times cheaper than what his uncle do
I should of knew I couldn't trust him
The snake in the grass  
Crossed his van  
Throw that kilo in the shape top grab
Set me up
The Feds needed a bust
A paid cat from the Bureau
That his own team couldn't trust
They call me Groupie Don
Had to get him for nine  
A ball head nut from Frisco  
Who sold his pistols by the crate
And [?] with missiles and hand grenades
They don't know
It's all a fad
[The Jacka]
And I could tell them on my way
Just a few more moves I gotta make  
And a few more chances I gotta take  
Being in the Mob
Every job is a promise I can't break
The fast lane  
Yeah so much cash came
The Feds know my name  
But they don't know my face
My young nigga got caught
When a [?] got a case
Any time you will waste  
G'z on a lawyer  
Only to get 34 years  
Chest to the floor
Push ups till your chest gets soft  
Muthaf**kas ain't shit
Only let a nigga know
When I predict
As time changes playas become haters  
Even if you knew me for hella long  
You will still be a stranger  
You don't know me nigga