Crips - Not The n***a You Thought I Was lyrics

[AWOL] This yo' hood K, b**h, 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***as ain't know I'm a gangsta baby, baby gangsta Compton Tell you though homie, that we gives a f** 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**in' kizzay Can't get a wizzay, I shot a slob in the fizzay So if you happen to see my b**h and my sh**, 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***a's a brim Couldn't see my face, all the witness say that b**h is callin' me young cuz Got away scot free, and a G and two C's [Chorus] (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was (Voice) What's your name boy? (AWOL) A-W-O-L (Big Mike x2) Lettin' a n***a think he know me, but he really don't know me, G (Voice) And where you from fool? (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was n***a from Kelly Park Compton, cuz Doin' this sh** like Oklahoma, n***as would not know what he was [AWOL] Damn, here come the K-side, n***as don't want no problems n***as ain't never heard of a .45 revolver "n***as don't want no muthaf**in' problems with my hood" Baby gangsta evil side K's up, it's understood Hun Loc, should I f** this slob b**h? (Hell nah) No, I shouldn't Cause I said a slob b**h make me itch And if I'm f**ing her, she f** a n***a, that means I'm f**ing 'em both And if I f** without a rubber then I'm f**ing too close Call me a playa hata, b**h, as long as I love the gangstas One of you playas are bustas, why the f** can't I hate you? Play a dick on down your throat, see you gangsta haters hickup Glock .50 pickup, now b**h, check this stickup I guess I jack yo' mama first, catch her slippin' comin' from church Do ? work, snatch her purse, empty my clips 'til they die from thirst Just to woop her a**, make her lick my nuts Until her ? ?will be f**ed? Don't snitch you b**h, just tell 'em ...it's not the n***a you thought it was [Chorus] (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was (Voice) What's your name boy? (AWOL) A-W-O-L (Big Mike x2) Lettin' a n***a think he know me, but he really don't know me, G (Voice) And where you from fool? (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was n***a from Kelly Park Compton, cuz Doin' this sh** like Oklahoma, n***as would not know what he 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***a's stuck to the truest side My n***as pick me up, the other side was suicide Slob n***a don't underestimate the plan Why you thinkin' this sh** is cool, I'm trying to conjure up some contraband A gun at night for ?fork a spoon? Sharpin' anything, lettin' the gangsta hater meet his doom A-W-O-L, I'm wild off the loot Not the n***a you thought I was, n***a that k**ed that n***a for his coupe I loot, when it ain't no riot going on When ?fathers did 200 pounds?, so b**h 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***a you thought I was [Chorus] x4 (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was (Voice) What's your name boy? (AWOL) A-W-O-L (Big Mike x2) Lettin' a n***a think he know me, but he really don't know me, G (Voice) And where you from fool? (AWOL) I'm not the n***a you thought I was n***a from Kelly Park Compton, cuz Doin' this sh** like Oklahoma, n***as would not know what he was [Repeat 'til fade] "Lettin' a n***a think he know me, but he really don't know me, G" (Big Mike)