T.i.
U Don't Know Me lyrics
Songwriters: Harris, Clifford Joseph; Davis, Aldrin
I'm a tell ya'll suck ass niggas somethin
Who wants to follow me
Look here dawg
[chorus]
You might've seen me in the streets,
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla when you speak,
Remember you don't know me
Save all tha hatin' and the poppin'
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partner
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
Nigga you don't know me
Hey, I aint trippin 'cause the truth is really,
You don't know me
Yea you know they call me T.I.
But, you don't know me
You be hatin an i see why
Cause you don't know me
[verse 1]
I think it's time I made a song for niggas who know me
I graduated at the streets, Ima real O.G.
I been trappin' shootin' pistols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin' bad you gon have to show me
You gone make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease
Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
We can endin the speculation cause today we gone see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin' on me
Give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin' on me
Ima keep on flossin' poppin' long as Toop is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Ima keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you don't know me
(Chorus 1x)
[Verse 2]
Once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
So don't be walkin up and asking what's the deal on a ki
I don't know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get an O.Z.
See me in the PSC follow through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna rap a seat blowin dro in the fleet
Or play hit by the dozen different bitches in a week
I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
Ballin out at anytime at any store an spill a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill but it's dolla D.P
A.K house on the hill right next to J.P
Every week meet at for lunch resturant and eat free
Get in day pay lil Greg then B
That's the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets
(Chorus)
See a nigga hatin on a G
Ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At da club in the streets or whever we should meet
Its choppers choppin pistol poppin
Nigga you don't know me ![x2]
(Chorus)
U Don't Know Me lyrics © Wb Music Corp.; Toompstone Publishing, Inc.; Domani And Ya Majesty's Music
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