Testo della canzone U Don't Know Me (T.I.), tratta dall'album Urban Legend

U Don't Know Me - T.I.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggas somethin'
First of all nigga
Look'a hear 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 poppin'
Nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partner
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', pimpin' 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

I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me
I graduated at 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
When the guns start poppin', wonder when it's gon' cease
Choppa hit you in the side and 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 police I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo' beliefs, I'm as real as you can be
Fuck ya thoughts and ya 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 poppin'
Nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partner
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', pimpin' 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

Hey, 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' dope, you couldn't get an OZ
See me at the PSC, follow through and the show deep
Hommies holdin' up the dough 'cause they know we tote heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro' in a 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 courtsey at KT
Fact, I only got a mill' as well as a dolla DP
Ak house on the hill right next to JD
Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
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 poppin'
Nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partner
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', pimpin' 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's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin' at, pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club, in the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppa choppin' pistols, poppin' nigga you don't know me
You see a nigga hatin' on a G, ask 'em what's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin' at, pussy nigga you don't know me
At the club, in the streets or where ever we should meet
It's choppa 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 poppin'
Nigga, you don't know me
Quit tellin' niggas you my partner
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', pimpin' 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



Credits
Writer(s): Aldrin Davis, Clifford Joseph Harris
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