Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song You Don't Know Me , by - Remedy. Song from the album Code:Red, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.06.2005
Record label: Code Red
Song language: English
You Don't Know Me |
| So what, we smoke blunts together |
| Maybe shot guns, together |
| So what, we might’ve once run together |
| Sold a few pounds, so what, we might’ve once been down |
| Or maybe even cool right now |
| So what, we from the same block and sold the same rocks |
| We love Biggie, we both love Pac |
| So what, we from the same hood, and up to no good |
| I suggest ya’ll knock on wood |
| Wanna smile in my face, then go talkin' that trash |
| At the end of the day, yo, I still got cash |
| I got money to burn, to see what’s real, and who’s fake |
| Yo I’m very well learned, know a man from a snake |
| Enemies are friends, and friends become enemies |
| These are just a few of my guaranteed remedies |
| You can trust me about as far as you can throw me |
| For the record, S.M.D., you don’t know me |
| What up sweetheart? |
| You wanna taste my dart |
| And at the end of the day, maybe steal ya heart |
| Nah, don’t say nothin', girl, play your part |
| And where the finish line, you don’t know from the start |
| Yo, don’t think about marryin', or baby you’ll be carryin' |
| I’m not ya average Joe, Moe, Tom, Dick or Harry in |
| It’s bout a buck, or a quick simple fuck |
| Maybe babies just start talkin' shit outta luck |
| Maybe one night stand, maybe jump in the van |
| You don’t know me, but ready yet to cheat on ya man |
| What you don’t understand, bitch, you don’t know me |
| And that goes for all of ya’ll bitches, you could blow me |
| Congratulations, I heard you got the deal |
| Take a number and welcome to the game, it’s for real |
| Surprise it’s all recoupable, everything they gave you |
| Nobody said nothin', but the paper wasn’t stapled |
| Sign on the X, maybe buy you a Lex' |
| Maybe get you some sex, move you out in the jets |
| You never know what’s next, best Protect Ya Necks |
| Ain’t a damn thing changed, show the game respect |
| Well oiled machines, and money hungry fiends |
| You can sell your soul and be a part of the team |
| You’re a number in a stack, like a player in his back |
| If you don’t make hits, it’s a wrap, it’s a wrap… |
| What kinda sales are you seein'? |
| They don’t care about ya well bein' |
| Or how’s ya crew and how’s ya family doin' |
| Yo, labels look at artists like they just another number |
| Sell ya dreams and tell you anything, just to take you under |
| Ya’ll don’t know me |
| Never will |