You Don't Know Me - 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

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 fuck

Maybe babies just start talkin' shit 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, bitch, you don’t know me

And that goes for all of ya’ll bitches, you could blow me

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 sex, 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

Ya’ll don’t know me

Never will