- You Don't Know Me (feat. Joe Hooker) 歌词 Joe Hooker Black Rob
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- Black Rob You Don't Know Me (feat. Joe Hooker) 歌词
- Joe Hooker Black Rob
- featuring Harve "Joe ******" Pierre
[Chorus-Joe ******]
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
[Black Rob]
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You say I move drugs, cuz my *****t 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 ***** 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 *****t 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
Repeat 1
Caught a ***** 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 *****s, it's hard to get
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the ***** hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
Conversation, job well done
***** this lifestyle now, *****t, 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
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
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 *****ft 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 *****t
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
[Chorus to end]
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
I told y'all it my time to *****ne
July 19, 1999
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