Sweetleaf - You Don't Know Me lyrics

[Chorus: Sweetleaf (Remedy)] You don't know me (you don't know me) And you never will (never will, never will) All you want (what you want?) Is a dollar bill (dollar bill, dollar bill) [Remedy] So what, we smoke blunts together Maybe shot guns, together So what, we might've once run together Sold a few pounds, so what, we might've once been down Or maybe even cool right now So what, we from the same block and sold the same rocks We love Biggie, we both love Pac So what, we from the same hood, and up to no good I suggest ya'll knock on wood Wanna smile in my face, then go talkin' that trash At the end of the day, yo, I still got cash I got money to burn, to see what's real, and who's fake Yo I'm very well learned, know a man from a snake Enemies are friends, and friends become enemies These are just a few of my guaranteed remedies You can trust me about as far as you can throw me For the record, S.M.D., you don't know me [Chorus] [Remedy] What up sweetheart? You wanna taste my dart And at the end of the day, maybe steal ya heart Nah, don't say nothin', girl, play your part And where the finish line, you don't know from the start Yo, don't think about marryin', or baby you'll be carryin' I'm not ya average Joe, Moe, Tom, Dick or Harry in It's bout a buck, or a quick simple f** Maybe babies just start talkin' sh** outta luck Maybe one night stand, maybe jump in the van You don't know me, but ready yet to cheat on ya man What you don't understand, b**h, you don't know me And that goes for all of ya'll b**hes, you could blow me [Chorus] [Remedy] Congratulations, I heard you got the deal Take a number and welcome to the game, it's for real Surprise it's all recoupable, everything they gave you Nobody said nothin', but the paper wasn't stapled Sign on the X, maybe buy you a Lex' Maybe get you some s**, move you out in the jets You never know what's next, best Protect Ya Necks Ain't a damn thing changed, show the game respect Well oiled machines, and money hungry fiends You can sell your soul and be a part of the team You're a number in a stack, like a player in his back If you don't make hits, it's a wrap, it's a wrap... What kinda sales are you seein'? They don't care about ya well bein' Or how's ya crew and how's ya family doin' Yo, labels look at artists like they just another number Sell ya dreams and tell you anything, just to take you under [Chorus] [Outro: Remedy] Ya'll don't know me Never will