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400 - Do U Know Me Lyrics



400 - Do U Know Me Lyrics




I grew up in Cleveland Im a product of the 80's
151st between Barlette and Kinsman baby
Seen niggas die at Glendale Park yeah a few there
I learned how to swim when I got threw in the pool there
Dayton's on my bike fresh paint I was stuntin
Beach cruiser handle bars you can't tell me nothin
Folando tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
My dad was they influence when he made Ready Rocks
Thats that Brothers 4 The Struggle yup
We was all strugglin
Cocaine on the block he gone make something from nothin
What you know about a struggle mothaf*cker
You got a rich daddy you ain't never worked for nothin
I been on the grind, I been sweating all summer
Cause this fan in this window don't do too much of nothin
I ain't eat it if you couldn't buy it with a food stamp
I ain't been eating man I got them lack of food cramps
Im bout to hit this block up wit my big homies
Cause Im tired of this f*ckin block cheese and bologna

Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again
Do you know me
You don't know me
F*cker

I learned determination from my grandpa
He lost his finger fixing cars in the backyard
Then the car fell off the jack, crushed one of his lungs
He recovered and would still put your muffler on
I got his attitude too I be like f*ck all you niggas
I don't need a clique cause this rifle is a killer
Gimme one reason got dammit and I swear you feel it
He bust shot at them niggas tryin to steal what we was whippin
You remember Lenroc's
I was up in Lenroc's
14 nigga telling bitches make that shit drop
But I ain't give her money for the dance so she mugged me
I slapped that stripper on her ass and told her don't touch me
Me and Norris bad we thought we could sell weed
Pocket full of nic bags at school, what you need
Later on tonight we can re-up at the dope spot
Gotta sneak out this house hope I don't get caught by my grandma

Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again
Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again

Jo Jo told me half these niggas gone be fake and phony
Keep your circle tighter than your grip on the 40
Here's a lil info bout my guts and my glory
But you still don't know me
That ain't even half of the story
Ha
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I grew up in Cleveland Im a product of the 80's
151st between Barlette and Kinsman baby
Seen niggas die at Glendale Park yeah a few there
I learned how to swim when I got threw in the pool there
Dayton's on my bike fresh paint I was stuntin
Beach cruiser handle bars you can't tell me nothin
Folando tried to steal it, he was always cock blockin
So I chased him down and beat his ass outside of Ms. Johnson's
All the older niggas on the block made it pop
My dad was they influence when he made Ready Rocks
Thats that Brothers 4 The Struggle yup
We was all strugglin
Cocaine on the block he gone make something from nothin
What you know about a struggle mothaf*cker
You got a rich daddy you ain't never worked for nothin
I been on the grind, I been sweating all summer
Cause this fan in this window don't do too much of nothin
I ain't eat it if you couldn't buy it with a food stamp
I ain't been eating man I got them lack of food cramps
Im bout to hit this block up wit my big homies
Cause Im tired of this f*ckin block cheese and bologna

Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again
Do you know me
You don't know me
F*cker

I learned determination from my grandpa
He lost his finger fixing cars in the backyard
Then the car fell off the jack, crushed one of his lungs
He recovered and would still put your muffler on
I got his attitude too I be like f*ck all you niggas
I don't need a clique cause this rifle is a killer
Gimme one reason got dammit and I swear you feel it
He bust shot at them niggas tryin to steal what we was whippin
You remember Lenroc's
I was up in Lenroc's
14 nigga telling bitches make that shit drop
But I ain't give her money for the dance so she mugged me
I slapped that stripper on her ass and told her don't touch me
Me and Norris bad we thought we could sell weed
Pocket full of nic bags at school, what you need
Later on tonight we can re-up at the dope spot
Gotta sneak out this house hope I don't get caught by my grandma

Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again
Do you know me
You don't know me
You think you know me
But you don't know shit bout where I been
So I give you my history then ask your ass again

Jo Jo told me half these niggas gone be fake and phony
Keep your circle tighter than your grip on the 40
Here's a lil info bout my guts and my glory
But you still don't know me
That ain't even half of the story
Ha
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Writer: Eugene Jackson
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