T.I. U Don't Know Me (Explicit Screwed Version) Lyrics

I'ma tell y'all sucka a__ n____z somethin..
First of all n____..
look'a hear dawg

[Hook]
You mighta seen me in the streets
but n____ you don't know me
When you holla when you speak
remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin'
n____ you don't know me
Quit tellin' n____z you my partna
n____ you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin'
n____ 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 n____z who don't know me
I graduated at the streets, I'ma real O.G
I been trappin' shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you n____z actin' bad, you gon have to show me
You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My n____z hangin' out the window, mouth 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 p____ n____ hatin' on me
I give a f___ 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 beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
f___ ya thoughts and ya feelings, n____ you don't know me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ay, once again let me remind you n____ 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' wires, you 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 door, cuz they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit C, blow dro in the Fleet
Only playin bout a dozen different b____es in a week
I just wanna chill wit Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin' out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P
A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
Every week meet there for lunch, restaurant and eat free
Get Inda paid, lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gittin' Cap back on the streets

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
You see a n____ hatin' on a G, ask'em what it's gon be
What you lookin' at? p____ n____ you don't know me
At the club or in the streets or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin' pistols poppin' n____ you don't know me
[repeat 2X]

[Hook]

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