I'm a tell ya'll sucka ni**as somethin
Who wants to follow me
Look here dawg

[:: CHORUS ::]
You might see me in the street
But ni**a you don't know me
When ya holla on the street
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin and the poppin
ni**a you don't know me
Quit tellin ni**as you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be recruitin keep it movin
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin but the truth is
Really you don't know me
Ya 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

I think its time i made a song fo ni**as who don't know me
I graduated at the streets, Ima real OG
I been trappin shootin pistols since I stood fo feet
So while you ni**as actin bad, you gon have to show me
You gone make me bring a chevy to a real slow creep
My partners hangin out the window, mouth fulla gold teeth
When the guns start poppin, wonder when its gonna cease
Cap'll hitchu from the side and create a slow leak
We been in the speculation cuz today we gone see
What's the future of the sucker who's hatin on me
I giva f**k about the feds investigation on me
I don't care they at my shows and they waitin on me
Ima keep a flossy poppin long as toopi on the beat
Tell police that I ain't stoppin Ima keep it in the streets
Contrary to yo believes, im as real as you can be
F**k yo thoughts and yo feelings ni**a you don't know me.

[:: CHORUS ::]

Hey once again let me remind you ni**a you don't know me
So don't be walkin up and askin whats the deal ona Ki.
I don't konw if you wearin wires you could be the police
If I was slangin dope you couldnt get an OZ
See me at the PSC follow thru and tha show deep
Hommies holdin up the doe, cuz they know we toat heat
I just wanna wrap a C, blow a dro ina flee
Only playin bout a dozen different bit**es ina week
I just wanna chill with country and his daddy Freddy G
Ballin out everytime, every stone is but a G
Wanna ball in the Bahamas curtousy of KT
mac boney gotta Mill. but its gotta DP
Ak house on the hill right next to Jay-g
Everyweek be there for lunch, busta blunt and eat free
Get in day paid Lil Craig dead meat
That's the only shot we got at gettin caught back on the streets

[:: CHORUS ::]

You see a ni**a hatin on a G
Ask em what's it gonna be
Whatcha lookin at, pussy ni**a you don't know me
At the club, in the streets
Or where ever we should meet
It's choppa choppin pistols poppin ni**a you don't know me [2x]

[:: CHORUS ::]

Grand Hustlin' Pimp
Urban Legends Comin Soon
The wait is over hommie
PSC Pimpin

You don't know me dawg...