Letras:
Streets Those That Don T Know

those that don't know Those that don't know that they don't know There's those that don't know Those that don't know that they don't know You know me

don't really know Tre, Really know me, Really know the streets, no! Yall niggas really ain't G, Really ain't hard, Never really served no heart, Yall be playin that roll Talkin that

dem fools don't cross me That's only where Cindy brought me And that's why they can't impress me With no boasty car Me know dat ah kill dem softly And

are over You don't have to sell your body to the night Roxanne You don't have to wear that dress tonight Walk the streets for money You don't care if

lil? bit of fame Get in bullshit fights for a lil? name To get noticed by some niggas that don?t give two fucks about you Tell em? you don?t do the jives

of touch that'll gimme the chills I ask you cuz I know you gonna gimme it real It won't be fake, and don't we make a good couple And won't we make a

ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you ride like you supposed to be) If you ain't up on things (Don't come close to me Unless you pimpin

: [Fabolous] Unh (uh-huh unh) yea There's alot of money over here (Hahahahahaha) Ha Ha Unh (unh unh unh) Thats word to Brooklyn I'm back I don't know

sound like it's hummin' when I'm airin' ya Won't know you hit, 'til your body start numbin' in that area) The kids don't want to see the toast of mom