[Intro]
I'ma tell y'all sucka a** n****z somethin'..
Once of all n****, look'a here dawg..
[Chorus]
You mighta seen me in the streets but n****, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', n**** you don't know me
Quit tellin' n****z you my partna, n**** you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', n**** you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the truth is really, you don't know me
Yeah, you know they call me T.I., but you don't know me
You be hatin' and I see why, cuz you don't know me
[Verse 1]
I think it's time I made a song for n****z who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'ma real O.G
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you n****z actin' bad, you gon have to show me
You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My n****z hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak
We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see
What's the future of a p***y n**** hatin' on me
I give a f**k about the FED's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me
I'ma keep on flossin', poppin' long as Toomp is on the beat
Tell police's I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
F**k ya thoughts and ya feelings, n**** you don't know me
[Chorus] - repeat
[Verse 2]
Aye, once again let me remind you n****, you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' whus tha deal on a key
I don't know if you wearin' wires, you could be the police
If I was slangin' blow you couldn't get a o.z
See me and the P.S.C. fallin' through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door, cuz they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit C, blow dro' in the Fleet
Or with Grand, bout a dozen different b****es in a week
I just wanna chill wit Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P
A.K. house on the hill right next to J. Get'
Every week meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, Lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gettin' Cap back on the streets
[Chorus] - repeat
[Hook - repeat 2X]
You see a n**** hatin' on a G, ask'em what it's gon be
Whachu lookin' at? P***y n****, you don't know me
At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', n**** you don't know me
[Chorus] - repeat
[Outro]
Grand Hustle Pimp
You Don't Know Me Dawg |
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