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THE LYRIC OF U DON T KNOW ME , T I'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of U Don T Know Me, T I's song

First of all nigga.. look a hear dawg [Hook You mighta 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 the hatin and the poppin nigga you don t know me Quit tellin niggaz 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 pimpin 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 cause you don t know me [Verse 1 I think it s time I made a song for niggaz who don t know me I graduated at the streetsI ma real O.G I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood four feet So all you niggaz actin badyou gon have to show me You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep My niggaz hangin out the windowmouth 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 gon 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 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 beliefsI m as real as you can be Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelingsnigga you don t know me [Hook [Verse 2 Ayonce again let me remind you nigga you don t know me So don t be walkin up and askin whuz tha deal on a key I don t know if you wearin wiresyou could be the police If I was slangin blow you couldn t get a o.z. See me and the P.$.C. fallin through at a show deep Police holdin up the doorcuz they know we tote heat I just wanna ride wit Cblow dro in the Fleet Only playin bout a dozen different bitches in a week I just wanna chill wit Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G Ballin out at anytimeat any store we spend a G Wanna ball in the bahamascourtesy of K.T MacBoney gotta millas well as Dolla D.P A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G. Every week meet there for lunchrestaurant and eat free Get Inda paidlil Greg and B That s the only shot we got at gittin Cap back on the streets [Hook [Verse 3 You see a nigga hatin on a Gask em what it s gon be What you lookin at? pussy nigga you don t know me At the club or in the streets or wherever we should meet It s choppas choppin pistols poppin nigga you don t know me [repeat 2X [Hook

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