You Don't Know Me-Elin

You might've seen me in the streets but ni**a you don't know me When you holla, when you speak, remember, you don't know me Save all that hatin' and that poppin', pimpin' Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin', ni**a, you don't know me Hey, I ain't trippin' but 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' an' I see why 'cause you don't know me I think it's time I made a song for niggas who don't know me I graduated out the streets, I'ma real O.G. I been trappin', shootin' pistols since I stood 4 feet So, all you niggas actin' bad, you gon' have to show me You gone make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep My niggas hangin' out the window, mouth full of gold teeth When the guns start poppin', wonder when it's gone cease Chopper hit you in' the side an' create a slow leak We been in' the speculation 'cause today we gon' see What's the future of a p**sy ni**a hatin' on me I don't give a f**k 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 Tomp is on the beat Tell polices, I ain't stoppin', I'ma keep it in the streets Contrary to your beliefs, I'm as real as you can be F**k ya thoughts and ya feelings, ni**a, you don't know me You might've seen me in the streets but ni**a you don't know me When you holla, when you speak, remember, you don't know me Save all that hatin' and that poppin', pimpin' Quit tellin' people, I'm yo partner, listen, you don't know me Don't be a groupie keep it movin', ni**a, you don't know me Hey, I ain't trippin' but 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' an' I see why 'cause you don't know me Once again', let me remind you, ni**a, you don't know me So, don't be walkin' up and asking, what's the deal on a key I don't know if you wearing wires, you could be the police If I was slangin' blow, you couldn't get an O.Z. See me in' the PSC follow through at a show deep Police holdin' up the door 'cause they know we tot heat I just wanna rap a seat blowin' dro in' the fleet Or wit clan by the dozen different b**ches in' a week I just wanna chill wit Kuntry an his daddy, Freddie G Ballin' out at anytime, at any store an' spill a G I wanna ball in' the Bahamas courtesy of K.T. MacBoney gotta mill but it's dolla D.P. A.K. house on the hill right next to JD Every week, meet at a restaurant for lunch and eat free Get in' they pay lil' Greg and B That's the only shot we got at gettin', Cap back on the streets When a sucka hatin' on a G, ask him, what it's gon' be What you lookin' at naw, ni**a? You don't no me In' the club, in' the streets or whoever we should meet At the club or in' the streets or where ever we should meet It's choppers choppin', pistol poppin', ni**a, you don't know me