Ima tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
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First of all nigga
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Look here dogg
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{CHORUS}
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You might've seen me in the streets,
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but nigga you dont know me
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When you holla this beef,
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remember you dont know me
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Save all that talking and tha poppin
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Nigga you don’t know me
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Quit tellin Niggaz youz my partner nigga
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you don't know me
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Don't be a groupie keep it movin,
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nigga you dont know me
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Hey I aint trippin cuz the truth is really,
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you dont know me
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Yeah you know they call me T.I.
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but you dont know me
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You be hatin an i see why
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cause you dont know me
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(verse)
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I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me
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I graduated out the streets, Im a real O.G.
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I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet
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So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me
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You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
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My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth
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When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease
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Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak
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We been in the speculation but today we gone see
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Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
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I give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me
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I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me
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Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Toomp is on the beat
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Tell polices i aint stoppin Im a keep it in the streets
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Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be
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Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me
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Chorus 1x
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(Verse 2)
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Hey once again let me remind you nigga you don't know me
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So dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key
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I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police
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If I was slangin blow you couldn't get a O.Z.
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See me and the PSC fallin through at a show deep
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Police holdin up the door cause they know we tote heat
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I jus wanna ride wit C, blowin dro in the fleet
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Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week
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I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G
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Ballin out at anytime at any store and spend a G
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I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.
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MacBoney gotta mill well as Dolla D.P.
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A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G.
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Every week meet at a falant restaurant and eat free
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Get Inda paid, Lil Greg and B.
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Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets
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{chorus}
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(hook)
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you see a nigga hating on a G
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ask him what it's gonna be
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What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't know me
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At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
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Its choppers chopping, pistols popping,
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Nigga you don’t know me
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you see a nigga hating on a G
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ask him what it's gon be
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What you lookin at pussy nigga you don't no me
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At the club and the streets- or wherever we should meet
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Its choppers chopping, pistol popping,
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Nigga you don’t know me
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{chorus}
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grand hustle pimp
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urban legend comin soon
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the wait is over homie
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psc pimpin
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yo
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you dont know me yall
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You Don't Know Me
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| T.I. |
