Black Rob - You Don't Know Me Lyrics
featuring Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre[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, sonRepeat 1Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'We out to Mexico, fourth one 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 done***** 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 his man locked down in six-tenGotta 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 wait for y'all to come throughCreat a diversion for me, I start a rumbleHoldin' me, they ain't even take my flicksGot 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[Chorus to end]You will never see my face againYou don't know meI told y'all it my time to shineJuly 19, 1999
