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

[Intro] I'mma tell y'all s**a n***as somethin'.. First of all n***a, look'a here dawg.. [Hook] You mighta seen me in the streets but n***a, 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***a you don't know me Quit tellin' n***as you my partna, n***a you don't know me Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', n***a you don't know me Hey I ain't trippin' pimp, the 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, cuz you don't know me [Verse 1] 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 O.G I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet So all you n***as actin' bad, you gon have to show me You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep My n***as hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gone cease Chopper hit you in' the side an' create a slow leak We can end the speculation cuz today we gone see What's the future of a p**y n***a 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'mma keep on flossin', poppin' long as Toomp is on the beat

Tell police's I ain't stoppin', I'mma keep it in the streets Contrary to yo beliefs, I'm as real as you can be f** yo thoughts and yo feelings, n***a you don't know me [Hook] [Verse 2] Ay, once again let me remind you n***a, you don't know me So don't be walkin' up and askin' whus 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 Or with Clay with bout a dozen different b**hes 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 Mac Boney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P A.K. house on the hill right next to J.G Every week meet at Philant's restaurant and eat free Get Inda paid, lil' Greg and B That's the only shot we got at gettin' Cap back on the streets [Hook] [Bridge] (x2) You see a n***a hatin' on a G, ask'em what it's gon be Whachu lookin' at? p**y n***a, you don't know me At the club or in the streets, or wherever we should meet It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', n***a you don't know me [Hook]