T.I. - U Don't Know Me Lyrics

I'mma tell ya'll sucka n***as something
Who wants to follow me?
Look here dawg

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You might see me in the street
But n**** you don't know me
When ya holla on the speak
Remember you don't know me
Save all the hating and the popping
N**** you don't know me
Quit telling n***as you're my partner
N**** you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it moving
N**** you don't know me
Hey I ain't tripping 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 hating and I see why
'Cause you don't know me

I think it's time I made a song for n***as who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'mma real OG
I been trapping shooting pistols since I stood four feet
So while you n****'s acting bad, you're gonna have to show me

You're gonna make me bring a Chevy to a real slow creep
My n****'s hanging out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the gun's start popping, wonder when it's gonna cease
Cap'll hit you on the side and create a slow leak

We've been in the speculation 'cause today we're gonna see
What's the future of a pussy n**** hating on me
I give a f*** about the feds investigation on me
I don't care they're at my shows and they're waiting on me
I'mma keep a flossy popping long as to is on the beat

Tell police that I ain't stopping I'mma keep it in the streets
Contrary to your believes, I'm as real as you can be
F*** your thoughts and your feelings, n**** you don't know me

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Hey once again let me remind you n**** you don't know me
So don't be walking up and asking "what's the deal on a Ki."
I don't know if you're wearing wires, you could be the police
If I was slanging blow you couldn't get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow through and the show deep
Police holding up the door, 'cause they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro in a flee

Only playing 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Balling out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of KT
Fact I only gotta mill as well as a dollar DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG

Every week 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 getting cap back on the streets

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You see a n**** hating on a G
Ask 'em what's it gonna be
What are you looking at pussy n**** you don't know me?
At the club, in the streets

Or whereever we should meet
It's choppa chopping pistols popping n**** you don't know me I (2x)

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Grand Hustlin' Pimp
Urban Legends Coming Soon
The wait is over hommie
PSC Pimping

You don't know me dawg

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