T.I. - U Don't Know Me

Текст песни: [Intro] I'ma tell y'all sucka niggaz somethin'.. First of all nigga, look'a here dawg.. [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

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T.I. – <p>TI was born in 1980 in Atlanta, Georgia and was raised by his grandparents. He started rapping at age 7, skipping school to hang out with friends. As a teenager, he became involved in street life and dealt with drugs - by the age of 14, Clifford had already been arrested several times. However, fate was happy for the young musician - he was noticed by the managers of the record companies and signed a contract with him even when he was a teenager. TI&#39;s first album, produced by The Neptunes, was called &quot;I&#39;m Serious&quot; (2001). Despite contributing to the recordings of many fellow rappers, sales and critical reception of the album were very modest. Critics claimed that the artist demonstrates potential, but so far his tracks sound too monotonous. The release of the album resulted in the artist&#39;s separation from his first label, Arista Records. TI launched its own label, Grand Hustle Records, where, with the help of fellow DJ Drama, began releasing mixtapes of various artists. On the same label he also released his second recording, &quot;Trap Muzik&quot; (2003). This release was more successful; however, in the same year, TI went to jail, as, apparently, did not abandon his drug dealer business. A month later, he managed to get out of prison, where he managed to illegally shoot a video clip. In 2004, TI released their next album, &quot;Urban Legend&quot;. This disc was already truly successful - two Grammy nominations and a number of other awards.</p> –
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Альбом: U Don't Know Me

Автор Слов: A. Davis, C. Harris, A. Davis
Composer: A. Davis, C. Harris, Writer: A. Davis, C. Harris
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[Intro]
I'ma tell y'all sucka niggaz somethin'..
First of all nigga, look'a here dawg..

[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

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