Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Know Me, artist - Black Rob. Album song Life Story, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2012
Record label: Bad Boy, Rhino Entertainment Company
Song language: English
You Don't Know Me |
You have never seen my face before |
You don’t know me Oh, no You will never see my face again |
You don’t know me Oh, no You’ve never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug |
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged |
Everywhere I go, results hound our love |
Black unbless them like the heavens up above |
Catch me in the new wave cab with ten bags and Etro |
The shit you growin’is H20 |
Got beef so I’m taking it slow, making it grow |
Right now my main concern is making it blow |
Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo |
I’m not the one that hit them with the banjo |
Here y’all is, bringing my fingerprints |
Up in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch out |
Ask her if she seen my face |
Right: Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Shake |
Wasn’t even out here in New York State |
Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape |
Now you mad, son |
Called a nigga sleepin', outside creepin' |
We out in Mexico, for a fun-filled weekend |
At least I thought I was, they had the whole place barred |
Still thinkin’I sold drugs, ice 'em up Kick the door in, I find Satan |
>From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em |
I’m hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly |
And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it’s hard to get |
Hit me with the 411, and the gun |
Envelope, and transfered funds from Big Pun |
Conversation, job well done |
This shit is lifestyle now, shit, I do it all for fun |
Rippin’the frames, got at least 20 different names |
Know at least 20 different games with different lames |
Not to mention liftin’Lane’s credit cards and passports |
Slayin’and flat on asphalt, still |
Y’all don’t know |
I’m in the cell now, it’s hell now, all stuffy |
Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy |
Say they got his man locked down in sick town |
Gotta get him out, not now but right now |
Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard |
Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin’the guard |
On the humble, I’ma just lay up for y’all to come through |
Create a diversion; |
me, I start a rumble |
Holdin’me, they ain’t even take my flip |
Got on Simmy’s, they ain’t even take my shit |
Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools |
On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes |
I’ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations |
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin' |
Straight up out a crystal face, like I’m Jason |
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin' |
You late |
Repeat 1 to fade |