Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'ma tell y'all sucka ass **** somethin'
First of all, ****, looky here, dawg
[Verse 2]
You mighta seen me in the streets, but, ****, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', ****, you don't know me
Quit tellin' **** you my partner, ****, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', ****, 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 'cause you don't know me
[Verse 3]
I think it's time I made a song for **** who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'm a real OG
I've been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you **** actin' bad, you gon' have to show me
You gon' make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My **** hangin' out the window, mouth full of gold teeth
When the guns start poppin', wonder when it's gon' cease
Chopper hit you in the side and create a slow leak
[Verse 4]
We can end the speculation 'cause today, we gon' see
What's the future of a pussy **** hatin' on me?
I give a fuck 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 polices I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to your beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck your thoughts and your feelin's, ****, you don't know me
[Verse 5]
You mighta seen me in the streets but, ****, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', ****, you don't know me
Quit tellin' **** you my partner, ****, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', ****, 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 'cause you don't know me
[Verse 6]
Hey, once again, let me remind you, ****, you don't know me
So don't be walkin' up and askin' what's the 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 OZ
See me and the P$C fallin' through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the dough 'cause they know we tote heat
I just wanna rap with C, blowin' dro in the fleet
Or with Clan by the dozen, different bitches in a week
[Verse 7]
I just wanna chill with Kuntry and his daddy, Freddie G
Ballin' out at any time, at any store and spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of KT
Mac Boney got a mill as well as Dolla DP
AK house on the hill right next to JD
Every week, meet at Philant restaurant and eat free
Get in, they pay, Lil' Greg and B
That's the only shot we got at gettin' Cap back on the streets
[Verse 8]
You mighta seen me in the streets, but, ****, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', ****, you don't know me
Quit tellin' **** you my partner, ****, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', ****, 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 'cause you don't know me
[Verse 9]
Hey, you see a **** hatin' on a G, ask him what it's gon' be
What you lookin' at? Pussy ****, you don't know me
At the club, in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppers choppin', pistols poppin', ****, you don't know me
Hey, you see a **** hatin' on a G, ask him what it's gon' be
What you lookin' at? Pussy ****, you don't know me
At the club, in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppers choppin', pistols poppin', ****, you don't know me
[Verse 10]
You mighta seen me in the streets, but, ****, you don't know me
When you holla when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the poppin', ****, you don't know me
Quit tellin' **** you my partner, ****, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', ****, 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 'cause you don't know me
Written by: Clifford Joseph Harris, Aldrin Davis