Uncle Murda - They Don't Know Me

I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
All they trapers like they wasted

I'm about my money like Mayweather, hommie
I'm a winna, you a looser like Sam Mosly
Niggers think they're harder than me, I be like wow,
I think these new songs sound like
I feel like I just came home from jail
I, move from italics to the bell
Because I'm a sizer, we pack the lammas
We pitbulls, doberman, bitches an rottweilers
So all you little wannabe can get it
I get away with murder, I'm O.J. Simpson
The blood above veins
I'm geed up, talk to em waka flacka flame

I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
All they trapers like they wasted

Niggers think they're wavy, they ain't really wavy
Test flow, you gotta be crazy, you gotta be insane
Fuck'em with the murder team
Niggas turn momma's house into a murder scene
Modern day biggy, modern day Jay
I can make Nikky believe she not gay
I stay with a bad bitch, slag Jay
I might do a sex tape, me and Kim, Kate
I fuck her like a G tour cd,
She's singin one blood but she bout to do 3
I let her smash the hommies, I'm the big hommie
5, 000 dumb moves that kill for me

I'm so G'd up, from the feet up
All my niggas B, or they P'd up, some C'd up
Yes we E'd up, one thing for sure, we G'd up
White boy, yes we wasted
We don't pack blunts we two faced shit
Old school shorty I'm bassin
All they trapers like they wasted