Lirik Lagu You Don't Know Me - Black Rob F/ Joe Hooker
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1- [Joe Hooker]You have never seen my face beforeYou don't know meOh, noYou will never see my face againYou don't know meOh, no
[Black Rob]You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thugYou say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unpluggedEverywhere I go, results hound our loveBlack unbless them like the heavens up aboveCatch me in the new wave cab with ten bags and EtroThe shit you growin' is H20Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it growRight now my main concern is making it blowGuns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yoI'm not the one that hit them with the banjoHere y'all is, bringing my fingerprintsUp in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch outAsk her if she seen my faceRight: Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little ShakeWasn't even out here in New York StateTrying to play me like a goat, like my name was ScapeNow you mad, son
Repeat 1
Called a nigga sleepin', outside creepin'We out in Mexico, for a fun-filled weekendAt least I thought I was, they had the whole place barredStill thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em upKick the door in, I find Satan>From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'emI'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantlyAnd Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to getHit me with the 411, and the gunEnvelope, and transfered funds from Big PunConversation, job well doneThis shit is lifestyle now, shit, I do it all for funRippin' the frames, got at least 20 different namesKnow at least 20 different games with different lamesNot to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passportsSlayin' and flat on asphalt, stillY'all don't know
Repeat 1Repeat 1
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffySeven numbers, told Harve to call PuffySay they got his man locked down in sick townGotta get him out, not now but right nowCatch him when they shift him when they open the yardHurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guardOn the humble, I'ma just lay up for y'all to come throughCreate a diversion; me, I start a rumbleHoldin' me, they ain't even take my flipGot on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shitGot my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be foolsOn the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoesI'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrationsOnly a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm JasonOnly a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'You late
Repeat 1 to fade
[Black Rob]You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thugYou say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unpluggedEverywhere I go, results hound our loveBlack unbless them like the heavens up aboveCatch me in the new wave cab with ten bags and EtroThe shit you growin' is H20Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it growRight now my main concern is making it blowGuns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yoI'm not the one that hit them with the banjoHere y'all is, bringing my fingerprintsUp in them cameras and shit like I fucked a singing bitch outAsk her if she seen my faceRight: Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little ShakeWasn't even out here in New York StateTrying to play me like a goat, like my name was ScapeNow you mad, son
Repeat 1
Called a nigga sleepin', outside creepin'We out in Mexico, for a fun-filled weekendAt least I thought I was, they had the whole place barredStill thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em upKick the door in, I find Satan>From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'emI'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantlyAnd Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to getHit me with the 411, and the gunEnvelope, and transfered funds from Big PunConversation, job well doneThis shit is lifestyle now, shit, I do it all for funRippin' the frames, got at least 20 different namesKnow at least 20 different games with different lamesNot to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passportsSlayin' and flat on asphalt, stillY'all don't know
Repeat 1Repeat 1
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffySeven numbers, told Harve to call PuffySay they got his man locked down in sick townGotta get him out, not now but right nowCatch him when they shift him when they open the yardHurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guardOn the humble, I'ma just lay up for y'all to come throughCreate a diversion; me, I start a rumbleHoldin' me, they ain't even take my flipGot on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shitGot my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be foolsOn the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoesI'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrationsOnly a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm JasonOnly a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'You late
Repeat 1 to fade
