Lirik Lagu You Don't Know Me - Black Rob
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[Chorus-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 carriage with Sinbad and EtroThe nigga is growin' 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 camaras and shit like I was ??Ask her if she seen my faceLook- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little JacobWasn't even out here in New York StateTrying to play me like a goat, like my name was ScapeNow you mad, son
Repeat 1
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'We out to Mexico, for a fun-filled weekendAt least I thought I was, they had the whole place strungStill thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em upKick the door in, I find SatanFrom 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 gunAnd the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big PunConversation, job well doneFuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all 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 passportsSlangs and flat on ass coffins, stillY'all don't know
[Chorus][Chorus]
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffySeven numbers, told Harve to call PuffySay they got hi
[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 carriage with Sinbad and EtroThe nigga is growin' 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 camaras and shit like I was ??Ask her if she seen my faceLook- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little JacobWasn't even out here in New York StateTrying to play me like a goat, like my name was ScapeNow you mad, son
Repeat 1
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'We out to Mexico, for a fun-filled weekendAt least I thought I was, they had the whole place strungStill thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em upKick the door in, I find SatanFrom 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 gunAnd the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big PunConversation, job well doneFuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all 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 passportsSlangs and flat on ass coffins, stillY'all don't know
[Chorus][Chorus]
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffySeven numbers, told Harve to call PuffySay they got hi
