[Chorus]
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` niggaz 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, cuz you don`t know me
[Verse 1]
I think it`s time I made a song for niggaz who don`t know me
I graduated out the streets, I`ma real O.G
I been trappin`, shootin` pistols since I stood four feet
So all you niggaz actin` bad, you gon have to show me
You gon make me bring this Chevy to a real slow creep
My niggaz hangin` out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin` wonder when it`s gone cease
Choppa hit you in the side and create a slow leak
We can end the speculation cuz today we gone 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`s 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
[Chorus] - repeat
[Verse 2]
Ay, once again let me remind you nigga, you don`t know me
So don`t be walkin` up and askin` whus tha 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, cuz they know we tote heat
I just wanna ride wit C, blow dro` in the Fleet
Or with ???, bout a dozen different bitches in a week
I just wanna chill wit Kuntry and his daddy Freddie G
Ballin` out at anytime, at any store we spend a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas, courtesy of K.T
MacBoney gotta mill, as well as Dolla D.P
A.K. house on the hill right next to J. Get`
Every week meet there for lunch, 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
[Chorus] - repeat
[Hook - repeat 2X]
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 or in the streets, or wherever we should meet
It`s choppas choppin`, pistols poppin`, nigga you don`t know me
[Chorus] - repeat
