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You Don't Know Me Lyrics

You Don't Know Me by T.I.  

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You Don't Know Me Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look here dogg

{CHORUS}
You might've seen me in the streets,
But nigga you don't know me
When you holla this beef,
Remember you don't know me
Save all that hatin and tha poppin
Nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin Niggaz youz 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
Yeah 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)
I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet
So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
You gon' 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 been in the speculation but today we gone see
What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I 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 Toomp is on the beat
Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a 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)
Hey 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 key
I don't know if you wearing wires you could be the police
If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
Or wit clan 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 and spend a G
I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet at a falant 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}

(hook)
You see a nigga hating on a G
Ask him what it's gonna be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
Nigga you don't know me



You see a nigga hating on a G
Ask him what it's gon be
What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
Nigga you don't know me

{chorus}

Grand hustle pimp
Urban legend comin soon
The wait is over homie
Psc pimpin
Yo
You don't know me yall



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