You Don’t Know Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Joe Scudda] Yeah You don't know Scudda, man You don't know O You know Big Dho, you know Pooh Fuck outta here Dirty mouth ass faggot Fuck it... man, the fu... man, yo [Verse 1: Joe Scudda] You don't know me You run the streets, say you real? Playa, show me You not with Pooh or Joe or Big Dho, B We moving fast in this game While you cats move slowly, I call you Walker Mosey Only trust my fam, just ask my codie When shit's real, I'm the guy to go to like Kobe Three point line—stop, pop, shoot 'em up Cats tryin' me, get smacked, boot 'em up Chicks standing assed out with they hands out Wanna call me over, just because their mans out I know your aim, dough or fame, yeah it's all the same Dollars got your silly ass caught up in the game You want Burberry, you caught up in the name Bad, three weeks ago, bitch, that shit was just plaid And you asking me for drinks at the bar? (Right) Claiming you left your purse at the car (Fuck outta here, man) [Hook: Joe Scudda] So you see me with the hoes, think I ain't about my dough Man, you don't know me! So you see me and my team all over the TV screen Act like you don't know me [Verse 2: O-Dash] Uh, uh, yo I've been ahead of my life I done did death twice and sacrificed every nigga's advice Tryna tell me how to live in these streets Like they been here before C'mon, nigga I'm just playing for keeps In the triple threat position, subbing in with the Heat Feel like Iverson, facing defence of nine men And when I'm in the building, it's hard to find men Who wanna step to him with thoughts of rhyming I'm shining, multiplying, dividends With hopes of having more cream than the boy can spend Remember back in school (Yo), faggots wanted to clown me (Uh-huh) Now you motherfuckin' haters mad that Pooh found me See him in the streets, him and his bitch wanna hound me Asking "when the album gon' drop?" and "how it sound, B?" All it does is astonish me Plus I got niggas on my team, who keep me polished, see You go against the grain, you breaking policy (Nigga) It's D-League, nigga, how you gonna abolish we? (You can't) The only dude to step through the door, with half a key And they wonder who raped the industry, that be me O-Dash, got your whole block on smash With eight pounds of hash, a quarter mill in cash Cowards try to take me out like trash Thinking shit gravy 'til their taters get mashed (Motherfuckers! Word) [Hook: O-Dash] You thinking shit sweet, like I won't act street Motherfucker, you don't know me! So you see me and my team all over the TV screen Act like you don't know me [Verse 3: Rapper Big Pooh] Pooh is focused, man and I think y'all know that You can tell 'cause the groupies stay hanging off the bozack Rap Telly Savalas, they call me Kojak Niggas tired of amateurs, where the bros at?! We right here, baby pa, is you with me? (Yeeeaahhhh) Lay over there, lil daddy, evidently You ain't know who you came to spar with Trade bars with—we all-stars, bitch! Stay in the mix, D-League niggas mix it up And leave the damage 'fore you maggots come fix it up We rip it up, every track that we got Every stage that we rock, mine or your spot, ahk! Lil' nigga, I suggest you get your weight up Bench press, dumbbells, curls or get ate up! I'm way up on the stats and assist Big Dho, make 'em rock to this (Let's do it, nigga!) [Hook: Rapper Big Pooh] So you think I ain't got flows, then come and check my shows Nigga, you don't know me! So when you see me with my team all over your TV screen Act like you don't know me [Outro: Rapper Big Pooh, Joe Scudda & O-Dash] Yeah! Y'all motherfuckers don't know, right? D-League, niggas Aight, motherfuckers Faggots Chopp Shopp, motherfuckers! Larry don't know you Don't make my little brother pound you out, motherfucker You heard that shit right here, son You gon' act like you know now! My little brother Hollywood will pound your fucking ass out, you bitch ass nigga