(feat. Kevin Gardner)



What U Niggaz Thought 

Gots some Bill like bitches on the under 

Tryin to keep it on the slunder cuz I made you wonder 

If I was down cuz I rap, now what that mean? 

I'm bouts to raise up out the hood & leave my 17 

Shot glock on the block like I want peace 

The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased 

(So you still punkin)  Yeah if I got to 

Trigger finger itchin & I just might pop you 

Glock to a muthafuckin head in the 9-5 

(Oh, so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive) 

I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me 

And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me 

When I flash 

(So nigga you a killa) 

Mamas & babies, they say I'm crazy cuz I give a 

Nigga one chance not to fuck wit me 

Cuz when you fuck wit me, I gots to take your whole family 

(Man you sick) Naw, I ain't got shit to lose 

It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues 

All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch 

To get my ?

And walk the yard with my folks 

I'm gettin smoked 

But the judge give me 25 

When I get caught, I'mma blast 

What U Niggaz Thought 



[Kevin (Celly)]

[1]

Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk) 

Scrape the bodies off the asphalt 

(Scrape the bodies off the muthafuckin asphalt) 

It's on when you're in my zone 

What U niggaz thought (What U niggaz thought) 



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[Celly]

(Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?) 

Cuz niner ross got a 30 round clip in it 

And we can take 10 paces then draw 

'Fore you turn around, I take 2 & blow off your jaw 

Ain't nothin fair in the hood 

I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga & square up 

Watch his body flare up like some ? 

Heart pumpin' Kool-Aid 

Now he's sweet as sugar kane 

(I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence) 

Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence 

And I'mma silently creep up on these niggas slowly 

And split the funeral money, ??? 

Homie don't ya know me?

I'm that nigga wit the weapons 

Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin fuck the Smith & Wessons 

Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath 

Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail & laugh 

(Niggas like you get smoked everyday) 

I'm one of the walkin dead any-muthafuckin-way 

(I don't even trip when them fools be muggin me) 

They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me 

It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on 

Makin 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on 

Rollin wit they heater 

If fools get smoked, it ain't my fault 

Plottin & catchin a mutha-fucka slippin 

What U Niggaz Thought 



[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]



[Celly]

(What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets?) 

They wanna split me, but they know I'm boxin wit my heat 

And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it cocked back 

Whatever the destination, can't be loose 

Cuz they be peelin' caps 

(Yeah, I feel you) Naw, I don't even feel myself 

So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself 

(Damn) I lost my mind when I bought my nine 

Fill it up with a thirty round clip 

Like thallon tips all on your blind 

Say throwin them thangs 

So fool, put your hands down 

Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down 

Cuz when you slip, you're put to sleep, it ain't no wakin up 

I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin up 

Peakin out the window, smoked like indo 

Smoked like ?

The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush 

(So you be creepin on the late night, right) 

Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight 

(Like dat) I thought you knew me but you went soft 

Now it's 'bout time I cut your mutha-fuckin water off 

Stompin in my steel-toes, bailin wit my H.I. double L. west niggas 

Puttin y'all to rest niggas 

Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt 

It's on when you in my zone 

What U Niggaz Thought 



[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 1]