You Don't Hear Me Though

Now let's start with verse one, Tweedy Bird Loc don't play
Dropping dope in LA
Have these suckers scream may day, may day
You can forget what you thought you heard
And don't believe it till you hear it from the Tweedy Bird
Fuck the rumors and the people who will slay for them
But when I catch the little punk you better pray for him
Suckers, suckers in the jaw never pause
And I'm shooting a gift like Santa Claus
Taking one to the grill
Yes I still
Knocking you a little more drowsy than a sleeping pill
I suggest you take a brush and use crest
Taking a last looking at your teeth would be a best bet
And then I'm by, ice to the eye
Why do you divide? The T-W double E-D-Y
'Cause I do it like the Geo
But you don't hear me though

But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
What did you hear?

Yo I'm coming, but this ain't sex
Gotta break suckers jaws break suckers necks
I'm not violent, suckers made me act this way
Like I'm a loc'd up brother from around the way
Yo, I'm everybody's homie
But if you run up on me you can be my dead homie
My homies in the park know what time it is
I had come to LA to take care of this
Yeah, I used to be a bodyguard
But I got tired of just hanging from the boulevard
'Cause I could never quit
Getting in trouble for doing some Atlanta shit
Billing through Compton with my locs on
Had to be hard
'Cause my rep was strong
I sued to broke with no transport, but now I got it going on
But you don't hear me though

But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
What did you hear?

Girls on my job, 'cause I got famous on dollars
And I keep the homies rocking in the impalas
I ain't rude with an attitude, suckers get bruised
While I get the girls frontin' in the new
But that keep the crazy cops for sweating me
Looking for the AK, but they don't know the weapon be hitting
Just for the car you are gonna pause
What it searched me up pulling on my drawers
'Cause they know about the Tweedy and the UWC
And we rolling 'cause we hate the fucking police
Suckers get cleared
Girls get weirder
And at last with the plus out interior
Waiting for someone to try and run up
So I roll down the window, and hold the gun up
And if they out the crib before I go
Go, you better step back, but punk you don't hear me though

But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
But you don't hear me though
What did y- but you don't hear me though