Big Mello - Do You Know Me lyrics

[Hook - 2x] Motherf**er, do you know me Screaming my name up in vein, well n***a show me I'm blowing out brains, I'm the same n***a you owe me I'm bringing the pain they sh** change, do you know me do you know me [C-Note] I'm that same young n***a, beating down your block I'm that same young n***a, running up in your spot I'm that same young n***a, slanging ki's and rocks I'm the same motherf**er, that be ducking from the cops b**hes in the beauty shop, screaming we f** But the only way we f**, if I get my dick s**ed Playgirl I ain't coming down, hard in you boo But some of these n***as, is b**hes too I seen him last week, with his fake Versacci Lying to these hoes, saying he down with Botany He said he booked shows, for that Puff and that Mase And then he wrote the hit song, "Diamonds Up N' Yo Face" Word on the street, is that I owed him money And I ain't never even seen him, now ain't that funny Spreading rumors, that the diamonds in my mouth was fake That I ain't never freestyled, on a Screwed Up tape When I catch you in the streets, I won't be squashing the beef I'll be trying to be putting slugs, all up in your teeth One shot with a Glock, take him off his feet Playboy, I'ma put that on my Clover leaf [Hook - 2x] [Big Mello] Empty wagons, make a bunch of noise Off balance a** n***as, d** stoked y'all boys Be bumping that sh**, real G's make moves We X hoes out the game, and make a get away smooth Applied hits hit hicks, knocking dents in your click Stick dick to your b**h, and she won't say sh** You hoe a** n***as don't know, Big Mello or C-Note Cause fool we connected, you's a stain with toast Turning foes to ghosts, sipping fo's on the low Late night frank those, f**ing hoes fa sho Shutting do's on lows, that'll pose the stilo Southside collabo, from the P to the Clov' Steady moving them thangs, you shooting shots on the plane When the work touch down, putting Jane to the brain f** all y'all n***as, that wrote your sh** Ol' broke a** n***as, can't see our click motherf**ers [Hook - 2x] [Vickta Black] You don't know me Why you keep talking that sh**, talking that sh** It's Vickta Black, motherf**er And it's, no other Yeah, true a** brother Slab, motherf**er Rolling fly, getting high Super fly, type of guy Me and C-Note, just bleeding the block Who that talking bout, we can't be stopped Third Coast ballers, true shot callers Breaking off, you no cla** ballers Hard to tip, the motherf**ing bomb Yeah nig', we got it going on Now who that talking bout, stealing my throne You can't stop us, you can't stop us [Hook - 2x]