[AWOL]
This yo' hood K, bitch, 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 fuck 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 fuckin' kizzay
Can't get a wizzay, I shot a slob in the fizzay
So if you happen to see my bitch and my shit, 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 bitch 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 shit 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 muthafuckin' problems with my hood"
Baby gangsta evil side K's up, it's understood
Hun Loc, should I fuck this slob bitch? (Hell nah) No, I shouldn't
Cause I said a slob bitch make me itch
And if I'm fucking her, she fuck a n***a, that means I'm fucking 'em both
And if I fuck without a rubber then I'm fucking too close
Call me a playa hata, bitch, as long as I love the gangstas
One of you playas are bustas, why the fuck can't I hate you?
Play a dick on down your throat, see you gangsta haters hickup
Glock .50 pickup, now bitch, 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 ass, make her lick my nuts
Until her ? ?will be fucked?
Don't snitch you bitch, 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 shit 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 shit is cool, I'm trying to conjure up some contraband
A gun, a knife, a fork, a spoon
Sharpenin' 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 killed that n***a for his coupe
I loot, when it ain't no riot going on
Weigh far less than 200 pounds, so bitch 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 shit 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)