Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Don't Know, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song Da Real World, in the genre R&B
Date of issue: 30.03.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ATG, Atlantic
Song language: English
You Don't Know |
Now see, the one thing I like about the niggas |
Is that they can fess up to one of they boys |
That they been sleepin wit the same chick, and laugh about it But see, a woman, could never admit to another woman |
That she been sleepin wit her man |
Cuz if that ever happened to me |
I would call your house and be like, yo Dont you gotta man |
Why you fuckin wit mine |
See, I been through bad times |
Get yo’mind off mines |
You must be lonely |
Why you messin wit me But it wont be easy |
To get my baby |
1 — You dont know who you messin with |
Most of them leave with they car doors bent |
Im so pissed, you gon make me flip |
Imma teach you not to touch my shit |
Above While: |
Hello? |
Hello? |
Who dis? |
It’s Mo' |
For Real? |
Hello? |
I be callin his house, when youre not around |
Dont make me warn you, you know how I get down, down |
Somebody told me, but I aint trippin off you, no If you were doing your thang, he’d still be wit you |
Repeat 1 while: |
Hello? |
You know who this is bitch, heh, yeah |
Yo, who dis for real, man, hello? |
You know who it is 2 — I cant believe you would ever do that |
Cant you show me some respect |
Is it cuz you jus a reject |
Gotta keep your ass in check |
Repeat above While: |
Hello? |
Hello? |
What |
Yo who dis for real, man |
Yo, this is Mo', this is Mo' |
You playin’a little bit too much, you knowumsayin'? |
Yo, this ain’t no game |
This is not a game |
Oh, ok Yeah, what? |
You on some real bullshit now |
You know, you know what? |
Why don’t you just come to my house, bitch, you know? |
Yeah, I come through, yo, where you live at? |
Ask your nigga where I stay at Please, he ain’t got nutin’to do with this |
He know |
He ain’t got nutin’to do with this |
He know |
Ask him where I live at, aight? |
You on that same stuff you was on last year |
When I hadda come through there last year, what |
And I’d do it again, cuz I want, I, I got comin' |
You ain’t keepin nutin’in check |
And keep him from around my house, bitch |
Please, I’mma beat that ass, you know I will |
You dont know who you messin with |
Most of them leave with their car doors bent |
Blow out you like I’mma air vent |
Ima teach you not to touch my shit |
Repeat above while: |
Hello? |
Trick, you know who this is, dont’front |
Yeah, I’mma teach you not to touch my shit |
(Timbaland) |
You done took it too far (Uh oh) |
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch |
You done took it too far (Uh oh) |
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch |
You done took it too far (Uh oh) |
Imma hop in my car and Imma you up bitch |
You done took it too far (Uh oh) |
Cuz Im that chick yo, that same chick |
But I ain’t wit playin that game shit |
Start callin that name shit |
And Ima get on that same shit |
That new shit, that call your crew shit |
That what you wanna do shit |
That boy is yours, keep that nigga |
Beat my ass? |
Prove it You been suckin his dick |
Tastin my clit |
Just a side chick, on the side bitch |
Im the prize bitch, keep it silent |
Dont make me violent |
You be dialin 911 to tell the family |
Around yo crew, yous a bad bitch |
Yo ass be talkin mad ish |
Toe to toe shoot the five |
Girl you get yo ass kicked |
What you think I’m gaming? |
Shit is real, I aint playin |
(No more Have My Baby) |
Yo, I got yo’moms prayin |
Its gonna get risky |
Fuck wit Missy |
Imma shoot you where your ribs be So you can feel me Aint it real B? |
And you filthy and you mildy |
Not appealin, drum roll |
Uh oh, heh heh heh |
You done done it now |
Uh oh, you done done it now |
Shes mad, what |
Shes mad, |
Imma let them two girls fight |
While Im out |