Harve 'Joe Hooker' Pierre - You Don't Know Me lyrics

1- [Joe Hooker] You have never seen my face before You don't know me Oh, no You will never see my face again You don't know me Oh, no [Black Rob] You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug You say I move d**, cuz my sh** is unplugged Everywhere I go, results hound our love Black gon' bless them like the heavens up above Catch me in the new wave cab with ten bags of that Dro' The sh** you grow in H20 Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow Right now my main concern is making it blow Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints Up in them cameras and sh** like I f**ed a singing b**h out Ask her if she seen my face Right: Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Shake Wasn't even out here in New York State Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape Now you mad, son Repeat 1 Called a n***a sleepin', outside creepin' We out in Mexico, for a fun-filled weekend At least I thought I was, they had the whole place bugged Still thinkin' I sold d**, ice 'em up Kick the door in, I fire escape 'em From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly And Mafia connections, chopping n***as, it's hard to get Hit me with the 411, and a gun Envelope, and transfered funds from Big Pun Conversation, job well done This sh** is lifestyle now, sh**, I do it all for fun Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names Know at least 20 different games with different lames Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and pa**ports Slayin' and flat on asphalt, still Y'all don't know Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy Say they got his man locked down in sick town Gotta get him out, not now but right now Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard On the humble, I'mma just lay up for y'all to come through Create a diversion; me, I start a rumble Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flick Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my sh** Got my j**els, blended right in with these fools On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes I'mma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations All they felt was a gust of wind, still no facin' Standing by the Crystal Lake, like I'm Jason All they felt was a gust of wind, still no facin' You late Repeat 1 to fade