I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all, nigga, look'a here, dawg
You mighta seen me in the streets, but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the plottin', nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna, nigga, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga, 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 (ay, ay)
I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated out the streets, I'm a real O.G
I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggas actin' bad, you gon' have to show me
You gon' make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
You gon' make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
You gon' make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin' wonder when it's gon' cease
Chopper hit you in' the side an' create a slow leak
We can end the speculation 'cause today we gon' see
What's the future of a pussy nigga 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 yo' beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck yo' thoughts and yo' feelings, nigga, you don't know me
You mighta seen me in the streets, but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the plottin', nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna, nigga, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga, 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
Ay, once again let me remind you, nigga, 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 O-Z
See me and the P.$.C. fallin' through at a show deep
Police holdin' up the door, 'cause they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit' C, blow dro' in the Fleet
Or with Clay and 'bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill wit' Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin' out at any time, in any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T (I see you, nigga)
Mac Boney got a mil, as well as Dolla D.P (ay, ay, ay, ay, c'mon)
AK. 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
You mighta seen me in the streets, but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the plottin', nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna, nigga, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga, 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
You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what it's gon' be
Whachu lookin' at? Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club, in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga, you don't know me
Ay, you see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what it's gon' be
Whachu lookin' at? Pussy nigga, you don't know me
At the club, in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It's choppas choppin', pistols poppin', nigga, you don't know me
You mighta seen me in the streets, but nigga, you don't know me
When you holla, when you speak, remember you don't know me
Save all the hatin' and the plottin', nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partna, nigga, you don't know me
Don't be a groupie, keep it movin', nigga, 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
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