T.I. Lyrics

Album: Urban Legend

U Don't Know Me Lyrics

I'm a tell ya'll sucka niggas somethin

 Who wants to follow me

 Look here dawg

 

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 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 both 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.

 

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 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

 

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 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]

 

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 The wait is over hommie

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 You don't know me dawg...