Lyrics:

You might've seen me in the streets,

but nigga you dont know me

When you holla when you speak,

remember you dont know me

Save all that hatin and that poppin pimpin

Quit tellin people I'm yo partner listen

you don't know me

Don't be a groupie keep it movin,

migga you dont know me

Hey I aint trippin but the truth is really,

you dont know me

Yeah you know they call me T.I.

but you dont know me

You be hatin an i see why

cause you dont know me



(verse)

I think its time I made a song for niggas who dont know me

I graduated out the streets, Ima real O.G.

I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood 4 feet

So all you niggas actin bad you gone have to show me

You gone make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep

My niggas hangin out the window mouth full of gold teeth

When the guns start poppin wonder when its gone cease

Chopper hit you in the side an create a slow leak

We been in the speculation cause today we gone see

Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me

I don't give a fuck about the fed's investigation on me

I don't care that they at my shows and they waitin on me

Ima keep on flossin poppin long as Tomp is on the beat

Tell polices i aint stoppin Ima keep it in the streets

Contrary to your beliefs I'm as real as you can be

Fuck ya thoughts and ya feelings nigga you dont know me



Chorus 1x



(Verse 2)

Once again let me remind you nigga you don't know meSo dont be walkin up and asking whats the deal on a key

I dont know if you wearing wires you could be the police

If I was slangin blow you couldn't get an O.Z.

See me in the PSC follow through at a show deep

Police holdin up the door cause they know we tot heat

I jus wanna rap a seat blowin dro in the fleet

Or wit clan by the dozen different bitches in a week

I jus wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy Freddie G

Ballin out at anytime at any store an spill a G

I wanna ball in the Bahamas courtesy of K.T.

MacBoney gotta mill but its dolla D.P.

A.K. house on the hill right next to JD

Every week meet at a restaurant for lunch and eat free

Get in they pay lil Greg and B

Thats the only shot we got at gettin Cap back on the streets



(hook)

When a sucka hatin on a G

ask him what it's gon be

What you lookin at naw nigga you don't no me

In the club in the streets or whever we should meet

At the club or in the streets

Or where ever we should meet

Its choppers choppin pistol poppin

Nigga you dont know me