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You Don't Know

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Hip-Hop/Rap

You Don't Know was released on October 21, 2003 by Bad Boy Records as a part of the album Loon

Song Details

AlbumLoon

Release DateOctober 21, 2003

LabelBad Boy Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM90

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Loon

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

C. Hawkins

Songwriter

Scott Storch

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Scott Storch

Producer

Mark Pitts

Associate Producer

Chris Athens

Mastering Engineer

Doc Wiley

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, see a lotta finger pointin' goin' on

A lot of judgment gettin' passed

**** don't even know what the fuck their talkin' 'bout

I go by the name of Loon

And I represent this bad boy shit

'Til the motherfuckin' casket drop

Damn right, uh, aiyo, aiyo

**** don't know me, it's time that I give you the first taste

In case **** suffer the worst case

Harlem my birthplace, I used to run with **** that hurt Mase

I started "Harlem World" in the first place

**** was thirsty, jumped out the window

Indoed the fuck up, it cost they friends yo

'Cause that's how friends go

But **** tryna get they ends yo

Forget about the **** that lent yo

Ask for dollar, now you wanna holla 'cause your ends low

But look at how far your friends go

Killer is doin' it, **** Loon drop bitches is losin' it

Keep the tool cocked, **** is usin' it

Only if it's a must, **** front, put they dick in the dust

That's what you get, fuck with **** like us

Loon that **** that bust, even though you think that **** just lust

These chicks, after I hit, I put the bitch on the bus

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC

(Any **** disrespect my G's)

Son a **** get jacked, **** get crapped, even dumped in the sea

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)

When it come to the dough, **** I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)

To a **** like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon

I'm glad Puff let me get to my gat

'Cause now I'm 'bout to give 'em my pack

Get in the 'Lac, sit in the back

Ride around with my shit in my lap

The first **** react, the first **** act, **** get clapped

I don't get down with you **** like that

So all that yikkety yak, a **** front, gun clickety clack

Make it hard for you **** that rap

'Cause when you gotta pick up the slack

Pick up a pack or pick up a plaque

You ain't think my flow could pick up like that

The way I stick to a track, the impeller gettin' hit with a bat

One swing'll bring your shit to your lap

And make you shit in your slacks

Your body shape forever zip and your trapped

Let me tell you about the difference in rap

And the difference is street, **** that creep

Bust your shit with the heat

If I find out a **** soft and he sweet

I'm knockin' 'em off their feet

Snatchin' his bitch and ridin' off with his jeep

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC

(Any **** disrespect my G's)

Son a **** get jacked, **** get crapped, even dumped in the sea

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)

When it come to the dough, **** I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)

To a **** like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon

Uh, yeah, aiyo you frontin' like you seen stacks

Deep down, you's a clown and you don't need to feed back

Hey, yo, y'all **** need to ease back

Now how you come with your guns and your ones

And your sons like you squeeze gats

**** don't believe that, and them bitches don't believe that

That's why you ride with your seat back

**** don't like you, they probably put a bullet right through

Ya motherfuckin' chest with they rifle, **** livin' trifle

And last year 'round this time, we did it to a **** just like you

Lean like the Eiffel, scream on you like your wife do

Gleam on you like the ice do, I might seem like a nice dude

Even though **** know, got a **** eighteen that'll knife you

Split **** ass crack, picture we waitin' on ass cap

When you could get it like the last cat, rat a tat, tat

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC

(Any **** disrespect my G's)

Son a **** get jacked, **** get crapped, even dumped in the sea

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)

When it come to the dough, **** I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)

To a **** like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon

(Oh, you don't know who the fuck I be?)

Oh, it's the L, double O, N, representin' the NYC

(Any **** disrespect my G's)

Son a **** get jacked, **** get crapped, even dumped in the sea

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I know?)

When it come to the dough, **** I'ma pro, when I step to them hoe's

(Oh, you don't know what the fuck I do?)

To a **** like you thinkin' your crew gon' do somethin' to Loon

Written by: C. Hawkins, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins, Scott Storch

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