They Never Saw Me Comin

Yeah, KB, noon time
Steady Mobb'n
L.A. to the Bay, Atlanta GA
Yeah
That's the way we do it baby
They never saw me coming
Like a thief in the night
Haven't you heard about it?

New nigga in town, everybody listen
I got a message for you, don't want you to miss it
Gangstas make the world go round, as it was written
That's why at every show, somebody trippin'
So listen

Now I like to smoke weed & drink straight yak
And fuck wit dime pieces, because I got it like that
Make all the strippers love me, because my tips stay fat
And my 'Lac is all that
Haven't you heard about it?

1 - Got every ghetto in the country wantin' it
Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it
(Can't live without it)
I heard you're lookin' for that real life gangsta shit
But they never saw me coming
Haven't you heard about it?

To all my niggas down south, I know what you like
And all my peoples on the west, it's on tonight
(Can't live without it)
And everybody in the east, believe me
Anybody talkin' beef, can eat these
They never saw me coming

We make the front page story in every city
Couldn't believe all the niggas that was down wit me
Had all these other bustas lookin' silly
We don't ride no ponies, just roll on goldies
Nigga please

Come off that shit, this is a new era
Straighten up your sideburns, stop wearin' mascara
I hope it's for the sake of sellin' records
Either way, you need to check yourself about bein' a real nigga
So figure

My momma told me I was unexplainable
Said I was gifted, but I chose to act a fool
And in the end, it be the fool that got me through
Even back in school, I used to dream about it

To have the whole world screamin', throwin' up their dubs
Just wanna give 'em what they needin', and show 'em love
Truth is I'm a thug
But I still can blow, so what
So tell me the motha-fuckin' problem
Haven't you heard about it?

Repeat 1

[Jay]
??? face the fact
Never thought, never knew I would come like that.
No time to make a track
Drunk off yak
Still no excuse, for Mr. Magoo
Some niggas wanna trip off Tim-buck 2
Pass me a blunt, I like to get blunted
Never saw me comin' in a black 600
Bump it like a bitch
Got a twitch in da switch
We oughtta know who major rich
Sound like my son
Better ride in this shit
Learn to love these west coast hits
Stop makin' tracks wit all the same kids
Better close the deal
Let's keep it on the real
Never understood how you managed a deal
Smashed up the town
Got money by the pound

[TQ]
Haven't you heard about it?

Repeat 1 to fade

Mary...
So your all in my mind
Let me tell you what your seeing
What seems so hard to find
Just another part of me
When all of my friends come around
We like to just pass up, pass up
Don't have to be feeling down

And we've always been together
Since I can remember
You stay the same
You've been soft and I'm so bad
But I don't care what nobody says

(Chorus)
Darlin' Mary
You know I can't leave you alone
She makes me happy
And they say loving you is wrong
Darlin' Mary (Darlin' Mary)
She puts me in a zone
And I wish I coulda got me
Just a little bit to take her home
I love my darlin' Mary

So you think it ain't right
Well let me explain
I love my darlin' Mary
She makes my heart sing
Whenever I'm feeling lonely
I take a ride up the street
Give Kao his twenty dollars
And he gives Mary back to me
And she always stays a long time
'Cause she likes Philly
And can swing those legs
And when she runs out for me to go crazy
Just give Mary back

(Chorus)

I've been told not to love nobody
But ain't nobody like Mary (Nobody like Mary)
Don't mean to be selfish but I
I only like the best shit so I
If you wanna get really laid
Put a ten on it, and we can go again

(Chorus) till fade.......

This is goin' out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on

I was just a young boy livin' in the Up City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me
Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour
When Too $hort bumpin' every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop the rideda
That's why I put it down for the Westside

Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no)
We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
Mama started trippin', so it's time to go
Out to the park with the locsters
Hah, everybody broke smokin' roaches
DJ Quik was da shit
Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT
Ya' remember
One time tried to clown
We had to burn this bitch on down

One time for my niggas in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside

From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin's and Five stars
All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted
Ask me what's a real G
Show me a nigga scrappin' back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed)
Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe
West Coast livin' be da shit to me

One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah)
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on)
It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
You got to give it up for the Westside

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at (Whoa,whoa,whoa)
Throw your dubs in the air, wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on)
It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop
(And on and on), can't stop
You could rideda
La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Sny damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
TQ gon' give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside

I'm up at moms place taped up
3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up
She told me "i'm gonna pray to god that you'll be alright"
That's my only mama nigga, she knows what's on my mind
You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months
There went my children found out it was more than one
You've got me limping and i can't move as fast
But i swear on baby grave that i'm gonna get that ass
What about my little sister, she used to get good grades
But now she's paranoid goin' to school with a 38
Now how much of this you think i'm gonna take
Nigga i'm coming back
(hook)
All i'm sayins is you betta not go to sleep
I'm coming to get you nigga you made too big a mess
I'm comin' back-
And you betta be watchin' everyone you meet
Might not be the one who stick ya
It could be one of your friends
I'm coming back
I won't lay down before you do that's on me
I'm tellin' you fuck what you've been thinking
All i'm saying is you betta not go to sleep
Because i'm waiting to hit ya
Because i'm coming back...
Friday nite again and i get a new benz
Bus' a left on 120th - i see you slippin'
This nigga's in my hood tell me how can this be
Gotta thank the lord for sending this blessing down to me
I get my glock ready, beanie can't shoot this time
As much as i been feelin' and dreamin' this mutha fuckers mine
I let my heat fly, i see him fallin' down
And all i'm hearing is "k-plaw, k-plaw, paw paw"
After the smoke clears i hear a baby screamin'
I'm tryin' to make out but all i see is demons
Father forgive me if i hurt this child let me die tonight
Walk up to the beemer see the kids alright
I hand him to his cryin' mama tell her turn away
Somebody punched up daddy's number and it's judgement day
For anybody askin' questions you didn't even see my face
Or else i'm comin' back
(hook - 1x)

(rap by kurupt)
(hook - 2x)

Featuring Ericka Yancey

[TQ]
Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
I'm 'bout to get my first tear
While I'm sittin' in my cell I wonder
What are you doin' outside
Are givin' all my ass up
You a dime so niggaz won't pass up

[Ericka]
Wait a minute nigga betta back up
I told you long time ago
I'll always have your back
And you see I'm still comin' off wit half them checks
So why you trippin'
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody
Gettin' up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new bible wit a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Between Numbers and Dueteromy
That where you'll find me

[TQ]
Don't mind me
I'm feenin' baby
I want some ass real bad
Locked up wit all of these hard legs
Scrapin' daily, I miss my baby, I'm goin' crazy
I Gotta get out of this place can't you help me

Chorus:
[TQ] - How can you love me
[Ericka] - Somebody's gotta do it
[TQ] - It's gotta be hard
[Ericka] - Ain't really nothin' to it
[TQ] - But you make me happy
[Ericka] - You kno you should have never had no doubt
Can't wait til you get out
[TQ] - When I get out
[Ericka] - I already told you
[TQ] - I guess I didn't believe it
[Ericka] - You spent all of your time
[TQ] - Fucked up and gettin' weeded
[Ericka] - But you make me happy
[TQ] - So I'm sittin' here countin' dayz down
I Can't wait til I get out
[Ericka] - When you get out

[TQ]
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out E
Bumpin' bone thugz
I got the pedel to the floor
We dippin', kinda high and trippin'
And I really wanna hit it
Yo shit is finga lickin'

[Ericka]
Wait a minute
I really miss ya
So don't get me started
Sweatin' to bumpin' and grindin' right throught these bars yeah
Got a little somethin' to help ya make it
Just picture me naked
Can't feel your body and I hate it goin' crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
'Bout to go to the mall buy an outfit

[TQ]
Don't spend all my loochie
Gon' be pissed
And that's no bullshit

[Ericka]
Now who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
See I'm the woman in the world
Who would put up wit you

[TQ]
Got 72 mo' dayz in here
It seems like 20 years
Can't smoke, can't drink no beer
Can't get no ass in here
So when I finally come home
It's goin' be on
Cause I'll be lickin' and kissin' and stickin'
Baby all week long

Chorus
(Repeat til end)

[Tray]
Big Tray Deee up in here
Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ
I gots to do this for my bread & meat
This the only way I know how to eat
Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up
Ya know what I'm sayin'?

Well, I was takin' up surveylance, tryin' to peep this lick
To get the layout raps, so I could peal his ?flip?
This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock
So I popped my glock as I observed the spot
Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet
7:30PM, now the sun is set
My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk
Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump
Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared
No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared
About to put the plan in effect
First, I check the streets
And then I precede to creep

[TQ]
1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick
I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit
No more indo, no more yay
But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GA

I pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends
I don't ever wanna say this prayer again
Gotta see a million and I'm through with this
And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick

[TQ]
In the morning when I wake up
Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up
Go pick my nigga Jay up
]From Corina house, where he always laid up
Listen up, we got a busy day
My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way
And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock
Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shop

Repeat 1

In the evening, we in the Benzo
Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo
And my cellular is getting crossed up
I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up)
Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock
I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks
He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out
I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about
Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up
Before you get stuck
And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day
We got the money & the yay
Dippin' on the freeway

Next day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning
You know, break of fuckin' dawn
Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up
I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no no

Damn
I done fucked up
25 wit a iz-L
Oh well

Repeat 1 to fade

Don: whassup playboy

Tq: whassup don breezio

Don: just chillin man, you out there crackin it alright

Tq; tryin to do my thing ya know

Don: thats right, y'know what i'm saying, make sure you watch your back man (yeah yeah) be out there making that money, know what i'm sayin want you to keep on getting bread on your table, y'kno
Ah yeah) you know what i'am saying there's a gang of little breezies out there trying to like, you know what i'm saying, sly up underneath you, you know i'm saying, make sure, you know i'm sayin
U readin 'em and checkin 'em before they get through the frontdoor. you know what i'am saying.

Tq: sure

Don: as long as you making that money. make that money play boy

Tq: yeah

Written by T. Quaites & P. Alexander

7, 11, 6 & 4
They all score

Yeah. Mutha-fuckin' Jazzy Fae
Got me in line at 1:12
All high & shit
Huh
Thinkin' about
What if the world was mine?
It'd be on in this mutha-fucka.
Check it out.

I been thinkin' since the capital
Luck saw a baby
Kinda feel natural
Triple lights on the crap table
7, 11, 6 & 4
They all score
And every woman is a stripper
So you can tip her
Don't let it get ya
Feel free to take her home wit ya
I'd be in all the motion pictures
And every rip i'm messin' wit
Be a ten on the real shit
And real niggas wouldn't have to try to be
Do i would never never
Actin' violently
And even if you didn't ride wit me
You could still get high wit me
If the world was mine

(Chorus)
You would never have to leave the sunshine
And everbody'd be free to smoke weed wit us
Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time
Too many whips so we ain't got time
If the world was mine
I'd roll a baby blue 64
Wit all my niggas down front wit they dubs up
All night
Call all the thugs & 'round 'em up
And tell 'em all to come to my show
If the world was mine

I take a puff so i can meditate
Bump down the street & niggas wouldn't playa hate
This are tickets for the na-nas
My own recliner
What's the matter wit ya eyes?
Ain't ya high enough?
Cali weed make 'em both swell
So quit talkin'
And blaze one up
You in the middle of a world-wide mission to get paid enough
Is the last nigga brave enough?
His ass got ate up
His whip got laid up
She had to pay up
My mind was made up
And stayed up
I took 17 beats & laced 'em up
Wit a plot to blow the place up
If the world was mine

(Chorus)

If I ruled the world
Block parties wit the Mexicans
Dominos wit the best of dem
Black lex, purple pearl
In the city wit my next of kin
Doin' lotsa shoppin'
It's poppin'
We won't stoppin'
'Til the loot runs out
But it's my shit
So that won't happen
Guaranteed to have ya all screamin' & clappin'
On a high that lasts ya all night
If the world was mine

(Chorus - 3x)