Just Don’t Know

[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung & C.O.S.]
Aight
It's my niggas turn
That's C.O.S
You up to bat, nigga
What's up?
I'ma fuck these niggas minds up like this, fool
C.O.S. back in this bitch, nigga
Crimewatch on that ass
All day long
Niggas dont know
Peep this out, mane

[Bridge: C.O.S.]
You niggas just dont know what I've been through
You bitches just dont know the shit I get into
You niggas just dont know what I've been through
You bitches just dont know the shit I get into

[Verse 1: C.O.S.]
If I could recall, ever since juvenile hall
My life's been revolved around the law
And if it wasn't blunts it was alcohol
But most times it was both so I had to fall
But my mind kept telling me I had to ball
Posted out on the track with a sack in my drawls
When it crack, never pause to make them ends
See, I had to get paid, had to shake some friends
Had to straight lace gin just to deal with shit
Ended up faced down maced, facing six
When it was over with but I'm a soldier, bitch
So I did my time and never dropped a dime
But most of my niggas never dropped a line
To even see how I was doing my time
But I don't blame 'em, though, nigga, not at all
Shit, stay as far as fuck as you can from the law
You know your boy gon' stand tall, I did before
On the streets in the freezing cold with nowhere to go
And had nothing to show from my previous hustle
My hot spot turned to snow so it's back to a struggle
You never know when you gon' take that big hit and fumble
I seen a lot of niggas stumble, end up face down in puddles
Or stuck behind them concrete jungles for moving bundles
'Cause everybody tryna have that piece to that puzzle
So now I'm on a-whole-nother hustle but you don't hear me
You'd rather tell your homies and bitches how you gon' kill me
But ain't nobody killing me, really you sound silly
And since your mouth wide open, here, taste the milli
Get torched like a Philly, fuckin' with my reputation
I got enough as it is, shooting speculations
And I'ma take 'em one by one to the swamps
Have 'em face down floating when the cannon "whomp-whomp's"
You better recognize game when it talks
And nigga, if you can't walk that walk, you get offed
'Cause niggas got the game crossed up like railroad tracks
They wanna floss and be the boss but ain't giving shit back
Now get that and you can tell 'em I spit that
I see 'em all the time, all in mine, tryna get dap
But you could kill that 'cause I know where the real at
I see through that disguise, dot their eyes with the steel strap
Ain't got no problems but shit will crack
If these haters keep mistaking the facts behind my back
They gon' have me in black with the MAC-10
Hanging out the door again, you niggas just don't know
I boil over and blow like cocaine when I cook it
And since day one, the whole game's been crooked
So now I'm on a spot with a thang and my hoodie
Hope that nigga didn't see my face when I took it

[Outro: Brotha Lynch Hung & C.O.S.]
And that's all real, nigga
We on the rise, about to do this mothafuckin' shit, you know
We ain't fuckin' with you switch ass niggas, nigga
We'll get that! You know!
Can I get a cosign, nigga?
Yeah, nigga
And that's real than a mothafucka
Fuck all these bitch ass, faggot ass mothafuckas out here talking shit about Siccmade, nigga
Got my name on their mouth
Got Siccmade's name in their mouth
Bitch, don't be mad 'cause we won't bust with you, nigga
We keep it real, homie
Nigga, pay the scratch, nigga
You act like you balling, mothafuckin' nigga
Put some money down then
Who the hardest record company in Sacramento, nigga?
Siccmade! You better recognize, bitch!
I'm telling you, that's on North Gate, mothafucka!
And that's real!