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C-Murder - They Don't Really Know You mp3 track

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Performer: C-Murder
Title: They Don't Really Know You
Country: US
Released: 2000
Category: Hip hop
Rating: 4.6 ✦
Other format: MOD TTA APE VOC AA AU AIFF

Tracklist

They Don't Really Know You (Radio Version) 3:43
They Don't Really Know You (Album Version) 3:42
They Don't Really Know You (Instrumental) 3:37
They Don't Really Know You (Acappella) 3:09

Versions

Category Artist Title (Format) Label Category Country Year
08724-81397-16 C-Murder They Don't Really Know You ‎(12", Promo) Priority Records 08724-81397-16 US 2000
DPRO 81397 C-Murder Featuring Master P And Erica Fox* C-Murder Featuring Master P And Erica Fox* - They Don't Really Know You ‎(CD, Single, Promo) Priority Records, Tru Records, No Limit Records DPRO 81397 US 2000


They Don't Really Know You. This song is by C-Murder and appears on the album Trapped In Crime (2000). Master P)Yo C, that's where your boo stay at?Oh they ballin' like that huh?What they think about you fool? Chorus. Boy they don't really know you, like I really know youI don't care what they sayBoy they don't really know you, like I really know youI don't care what they say.

Armand Van Helden – You Don t Know Me (Mobin Master Bootleg). Неизвестен – Icona Pop - Still Don t Know MASTER MP3. 7:01. Armand Van Helden – You Don t Know Me (Mobin Master Bootle. :11. Master P & Erica Fox – They Don t Really Know You. 3:39. Master P, Erica Fox – They Don't Really Know You. 4:12. Taylor Mitchell – Don t know how I got here master alt.

Watch now C-Murder, Master P, Erica Fox's video clip of album "They Don't Really Know You".

Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me Just point them niggas out and I'll leave 'em all on the street bleeding Bitch, you fuckin' with a grown man. How I be done waxed you in your house? And then buried you on your own land See the cops is scared to come and get me But I don't blame 'em 'cause they know I got a bunch of thug niggas with me. Lookin' for trouble starting shit I'm ridin' solo and I'm bustin' And gettin' rid of your dick See your boys ain't 'bout.

They Don't Really Know You. Too Much Noise. I be damned if I do, and damned if I don't Hail Mary, please help me, cause I know my foes won't rest - until they see me surrounded by grief wear a wrief, and my grave reading rest in peace How can the whole world hate me and turn they back? Cause I'ma TRU motherfucker, any nigga know that I stand my ground, ain't trippin' on what turf you claim I put my faith in God's hands, it's a white man's land Straight from the wounds of my momma's belly to the streets, to the pen, I wish somebody'd tell me Cause I'm lost like a.

Now to all y'all gold-diggin' bitches Tryin to fuck a nigga cause a nigga got riches Dollar signs, yeah I see 'em in your eyes Everything up out your mouth is a muthafuckin' lie U's just like a black cat when I see you in my path I get bad luck girl, you know you're down, beg. You say you want a Rolex, wan' brake a nigga off Cause when I get the pussy I'ma leave you in the mall You think you're in love but you're in love with my money If I didn't have a dollar, bitch you wouldn't holler So meet me at the 'tele, let m. .

I be damned if I do, and damned if I don't Hail Mary, please help me, cause I know my foes won't Rest - until they see me surrounded by grief Wear a wrief, and my grave reading rest in peace How can the whole world hate me and turn they back? Cause I'ma tru motherfucker, any nigga know that I stand my ground, ain't trippin' on what turf you claim I put my faith in God's hands, it's a white man's land Straight from the wounds of my momma's belly To the streets, to the pen, I wish somebody'd tell me Cause I'm lost like a. needle.