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 ni**as 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 ni**as actin` bad, you gon` have to show me

You gone make me bring the Chevy to a real slow creep
My ni**as 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 pussy 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 bitches 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