.Freddie Jones.
Pimp
Pimp
You might see me in the street
But nigga you don't know me
When ya holla on the speak
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin and the poppin
nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin niggas you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin but the truth is
Really you don't know me
Ya you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin and I see why
Cuz you don't know me
But nigga you don't know me
When ya holla on the speak
Rememba you don't know me
Save all the hatin and the poppin
nigga you don't know me
Quit tellin niggas you my partna
Nigga you don't know me
Don't be a groupie keep it movin
Nigga you don't know me
Hey I ain't trippin but the truth is
Really you don't know me
Ya you know they call me T.I.
But you don't know me
You be hatin and I see why
Cuz you don't know me
"There's gonna be some stuff u gonna see that's gonna make it hard To smile in the future, but through whatever you see, Through all the rain and all the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. you gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit"
Let me say for the record, I am not a gangster and never have been. I`m not the thief who grabs your purse.I`m not the guy who jacks your car. I`m not down with the people who steal and hurt others. I`m just a brother who fight back."
"Money gone, fuck friends, i need a homie that know me when all these mothafuckin cops be on me."
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.
Let me say for the record, I am not a gangster and never have been. I`m not the thief who grabs your purse.I`m not the guy who jacks your car. I`m not down with the people who steal and hurt others. I`m just a brother who fight back."
"Money gone, fuck friends, i need a homie that know me when all these mothafuckin cops be on me."
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Oh Lord, help me change my ways, Show a litlle mercy on judgement day, It aint me I was raised this way, Never let em' play me for a busta, Makin' hell for a huslter.
