You Don't Know

[talking:]

Labb Records, Ghetto Dreams Entertainment

These niggaz don't know, Big H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D

(y'all don't know, y'all don't know

Y'all don't know, y'all don't know)

[H.A.W.K.:]

See y'all don't know, how we get do'

Sell out and resco', then go get mo'

We got drank we got dro, we got pills we got snow

And to top it all off, we got hellified flow

See y'all don't know, bout the Texas c.d.'s

Or about the DVD's, man we all about cheese

Big body V's, we got tricks up our sleeve

While y'all catching Z's, man we counting up G's

See the real can relate, cause they got they paper straight

Only broke niggaz hate, cause they can't participate

Hustlers move weight, at an astonishing rate

In the 7-1-3, man we all about cake

Y'all don't know, bout this independent game

Eight bucks a pop, and we get it all mayn

Y'all don't know, bout the money y'all missing

And the money y'all missing, H.A.W.K. damn sho getting

[Hook: x2]

See y'all don't know, (y'all don't know)

Whether rain sleet or snow, we get do'

And whatever we got, gon go

We on the grind seven days 24, y'all don't know

[Jimmy D:]

Nigga, y'all don't know (y'all don't know)

I'm in the kitchen with the work in a figga fo', trying to make my figgas grow

Watching out for espionage, and snake niggaz though

Cause y'all motherfuckers is pigs, and real niggaz close

In H-Town we do it big, see a nigga froze

Tipping on 84's, gripping on a calicoe

With some bubblicious smoke, in our optiomo

And everytime the nextel chirp, a nigga gotta roll

I don't care, if it's four a.m. I'm out the do'

Gotta get that scrilla, cause I'm bout the do'

Even if, the fucking police hot

I'ma roll like I'm legal, cause you know we spot

Switched up to moving c.d.'s, you know we hot

Soundwaves top 20, everytime we drop

You motherfuckers, take notes from a hustler

Jimmy D, trying to turn the world to my customer

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.:]

Y'all don't know, bout the Cadillac grills

And the hundred dollar bills, we spend on the wheels

Y'all don't know, bout the trunk and the bang

Bout the weed and the caine, or the price on them thangs

Y'all don't know, bout the Lone Star State

Or sipping on a eight, while you jam a Screw tape

Y'all don't know, bout the S.U.C.

L-A double B, H.A.W.K. and Jimmy D

[Jimmy D:]

Y'all don't know, about them Southside G's

And 88's with 83's, behind tint puffing trees

Y'all don't know, about them Northside killers

When you see the bull horns, put your finger on the trigga

Look y'all don't know, it's over Brook Northdale

Dino Duke or Look and Dre, yeah them all playas

Y'all don't know, bout Big H.A.W.K. and Jimbo

We d-do damage, to your fucking instrumentals

[Hook x2]

Y'all don't know [x8]