(feat. Jimmy D) 



[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]