You Don't Know Me

歌詞

[Verse One: Nas] Girls I got 'em locked so similar to a prison Hear this monster jam, I be callin' it 'GANGSTERISM' I murder you for dope, I'm the street distributor I'm homicidal, pointin' the pump, scope to shoot you Street connects, Mob ties on East and West We gouge out your eye balls if you seen too much Hopin' out drops wit blings and stuff Wit ball players wives, Mercedes 5 Dangerous lives and haters die rollin' with convicts Conscience who tolerate no nonsense Fake rappers in doo-rags, get shot-up at their concert Your bitch bleed, bitin' her nipples with my chipped tooth I drink her blood, like I'm Dracula, mack in the 6-Coupe The sky becomes red, heard y'all niggaz work with the feds Doesn't matter, blood'll splatter, everybody must dead I got urge for self-reinvention, but I'm old-fashioned From the corner's with the winos laughin' Dealers and five-o blastin' Capitalist thoughts like Presidents I'm burnin' Bush's, Nas the realest, it's nuttin' to fuck wit [Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)] You think you know me but I... (Tell 'em Ma) ..Don't think so (Don't think so) It takes a 'lil more than... (What?, what?) What do you know about me? (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) About me (See what you don't know me you'll never will) (And what you don't know will get yourself killed) You'll never know [Verse Two: Nas] I smoke weed like them sixties rebellions, hippies on heroin Spliffs inhalin', what I speak strictly for felons Dippin' in their 6-4, hittin' the switches Or sittin' in their Bentley Azure's, feelin' the riches Or just ridin', truck drivin' Impalas, Denali's I fuck with those but I lust for silver Ferrari's I fuck hoes with the ceilings, have mirrors to watch me My bed shaped like a pyramid, feelin' the dry heat Spillin' Courvoisi', I'm half slave-master Half Apache, half African, much is what I call us Black men Lead astray, drugs and cups of alcohol, 'cause back when They let us off ships; the soul of man was lost or trapped in But every ghetto, every hood, no matter where the town It's all haunted, all on top slave burial grounds Dead cooks, workers and maids, under this Earth in rage Ancient whore houses that explain my sexual ways Money and murder: interprets the American dream The world loves a gangsta, I found my place in this thing Royce's, diamonds and bosses, woman who're gorgeous Traitors, killers and enemies, remorseless, we live this [Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)] [Verse Three: Nas] Gypsies, preachers, choirs, churches, liquor stores The world is full of liars, curses, people rich or poor Without God to worship, see we would be more lost Gotta believe in somethin', or their would be no laws A ghetto child occasionally blunted in Mansions My cup overflow with Cristal, hundred exotic dancers Niggaz is plastic, ass gets jealous and passive My pistol blast at; cowards, leechers, and rappers Niggaz I fuck with is 'Bravehearts', make G's Before rap music to me, was wind blowin' the trees Birds chirpin', rain fallin', perfect and free But bitches saw my video and think they know me These niggaz bad talkin', claimin' they gon' do me Stay out my path homey, you fuckin' wit a true G Bitch You Don't Know Me [Chorus: Uncredited Female (Nas)]