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You Don't Know Me Lyrics - Singles - Black Rob

You have never seen my face before 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

 

You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug 

You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged 

Everywhere I go, results hound our love 

Black unbless them like the heavens up above 

Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro 

The nigga is growin' H20 

Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow 

Right now my main concern is making it blow 

Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo 

I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo 

Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints 

Up in them camaras and shit like I was ?? 

Ask her if she seen my face 

Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob 

Wasn't even out here in New York State 

Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape 

Now you mad, son 

 

You have never seen my face before 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

 

Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin' 

We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend 

At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung 

Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up 

Kick the door in, I find Satan 

From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em 

I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly 

And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get 

Hit me with the 411, and the gun 

And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun 

Conversation, job well done 

Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun 

Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names 

Know at least 20 different games with different lames 

Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports 

Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still 

Y'all don't know 

 

You have never seen my face before 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

 

You have never seen my face before 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

 

I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy 

Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy 

Say they got his man locked down in six-ten 

Gotta get him out, not now but right now 

Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard 

Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard 

On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through 

Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble 

Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks 

Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit 

Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools 

On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes 

I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations 

Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin' 

Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason 

Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin' 

You late 

 

You have never seen my face before 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

Oh, no 

 

You will never see my face again 

You don't know me 

I told y'all it my time to shine 

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