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| T.I. Miscellaneous U Don't Know Me I'm a tell ya'll sucka niggas somethin Who wants to follow me Look here dawg [Chorus] You might see me in the street But nigga you don't know me When ya holla on the street Rememba you don't know me Save all the hatin and the poppin nigga you don't know me Quit tellin niggas you my partna Nigga you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin Nigga you don't know me Hey I ain't trippin but the truth is Really you don't know me Ya 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 I think its time i made a song fo niggas who don't know me I graduated at the streets, Ima real OG I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood on four feet So while you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me You gone make me bring a chevy to a real slow creek My niggas hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease Cap'll hitchu on the side and create a slow leak We been in the speculation cuz today we gone see What's the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me I giva fuck about the feds investigation on me I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me Ima keep a flossy poppin long as to is on the beat Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you don't know me. [Chorus] Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona Ki. I don't konw if you wearin wires you could be the police If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep Hommies holdin up the doe, cuz they know we toat heat I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro ina flee Only playin bout a dozen different picutures ina week I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G Ballin out everytime, every stone is but a G Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT Fact I only gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP Ak house on the hill right next to JG Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat That's the only shot we got at gettin cap back on the streets [Chorus] You see a nigga hatin on a G Ask em what's it gonna be Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you don't know me At the club, in the streets Or where ever we should meet It's choppa choppin pistols poppin nigga you don't know me [2x] [Chorus] Grand Hustlin' Pimp Urban Legends Comin Soon The wait is over hommie PSC Pimpin You don't know me dawg... |
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