You Don't Even Know

I can run with you? (Yeah)

I know you don't know me

But um, don't you notice, like

Everyone keeps on looking at us (come on)

You know why (come on)

Let me tell you why, Oh!

Seen set, yeah, my team set

Niggas bleem so hard they say we seem wet

Safe in the club, never seen me sweat

Nextel on my right, hand is on my left

Hot mama freeze, I like what I see

Is it asking too much for you to talk to me

Hit the dance floor, share a spark with me

Oh, grab a booth seat in the dark wit' me

Oh, you on that tough shit, play hard to get

Guess you didn't know I ain't the one to fuck wit'

Came a little harder, until I touched it

Or be your worst nightmare making you loveless

See I'm in the faster lane, baby I master game

Chicks like porno flicks, they all the same

Tap into they ego, just to own the brain

Then keep 'em at arms-length and still callin' my name, Terror

You don't even know what you lookin' at

Real niggas that'll push ya' back

You ain't got no defense when I scream attack

I can tell, I can tell

You don't even know what you lookin' at

Real niggas that'll push ya' back

You ain't got no defense when I scream attack

I can tell, I can tell

I had you locked from the interlude

Talking 'bout how you hot, now you in the mood

Pictured you in your friend, y'all in the nude

Only 'cause I'm sure you know that the Clipse gon' blow like intertubes

Works for me, got you beggin' for mercy

Pillow-talk all in my ear like Kermy

Keep shoving 'cause I'm lovin' the way that you work me

Been on since I seen your performance in Jersey

But worthy tricks be not, tips we got

It's only right to charm, run game, but play me not

The way we rock, y'all don't know about this

Come around your block in the rimmed out Six

Tented out windows cause for poked out lips

But hatin' on the Clipse get y'all nowhere quick

My whole clique flossin' our shit like dope dealers

Five deep bustin' off heat on four wheelers

When the shots go across the room

Who you gon' call when you lost in doom

Your second's too late, we react too soon

Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes

When the shots go across the room

Who you gon' call when you lost in doom

Your second's too late, we react too soon

Star Trak, Clipse and the Neptunes

Haters I suggest y'all quick to get back

Nine double M, them rounds we spit that

Cold red fill 'em with lead put 'em to bed

Bloodshed one in the head, one in the red

I can tell you hatin' 'cause your face balled up

Simply because my neck and wrist iced all up

But y'all should be inspired men and wake y'all up

And prepared you to look like I won't break y'all up

Haters stand by, wit' yo' hands high

Got clips for y'all clique ready to fry

Now you ask why, beggin' for my reply

Don't talk, save it for the man in the sky

You just a go-getter, who ain't no better

Same, no sweater, pocket with no cheddar

A chromed-out baretta, Ferrari Dioletta

Wrong move you lose, Clipse comin' to get 'cha

Star Trak [heavy breathing]

Your heart go [heavy breathing]

Your heart go [heavy breathing]

Everybody go [heavy breathing]