Im a tell yall sucka niggas somethin
Who wants to follow me
Look here dawg
You might see me in the street
But nigga you dont know me
When ya holla on the speak
Rememba you dont know me
Save all the hatin and the poppin
nigga you dont know me
Quit tellin niggas you my partna
Nigga you dont know me
Dont be a groupie keep it movin
Nigga you dont know me
Hey I aint trippin but the truth is
Really you dont know me
Ya you know they call me T.I.
But you dont know me
You be hatin and I see why
Cuz you dont know me
I think its time i made a song fo niggas who dont know me
I graduated at the streets, Ima real OG
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood on four feet
So while you niggas actin bad, you gon have to show me
You gone make me bring a chevy to a real slow creep
My niggas hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease
Capll hitchu on the side and create a slow leak
We been in the speculation cuz today we gone see
Whats the future of a pussy nigga hatin on me
I giva fuck about the feds investigation on me
I dont care they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep a flossy poppin long as to is on the beat
Tell police that I aint stoppin Ima keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be
Fuck yo thoughts and yo feelings nigga you dont know me.
Hey once again let me remind you nigga you dont know me
So dont be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona Ki.
I dont know if you wearin wires you could be the police
If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep
Hommies holdin up the doe, cuz they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro ina flee
Only playin bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Ballin out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT
Fact I only gotta Mill. as well as a dolla DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JG
Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
Thats the only shot we got at gettin cap back on the streets
You see a nigga hatin on a G
Ask em whats it gonna be
Whatcha lookin at, pussy nigga you dont know me
At the club, in the streets
Or where ever we should meet
Its choppa choppin pistols poppin nigga you dont know me
Grand Hustlin Pimp
Urban Legends Comin Soon
The wait is over hommie
PSC Pimpin
You dont know me dawg...
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