Ross has a history of arrests spanning from his childhood to even after his record label signing and album release. This culminated in him recently being sentenced to seven years in prison in 2006 for failing to show up to court for his sentencing (which was to be 2 – 6 years initially) in a grand larceny charge from 2004, in which he was accused of robbing more than $6,000 worth of jewelry from a hotel room. He was released from prison in May 2010, cutting ties with Bad Boy and releasing his third album Game Tested, Streets Approved the following year on July 26, 2011 via Duck Down Music. His fourth album Genuine Article was released in 2015, with features from various artists such as Sean Price, Tek, Q Parker, Ron Browz and Murda Mook.
On April 17, 2021, Ross passed away at the age of 51, due to kidney failure.
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Black Rob Lyrics
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You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
Everywhere I go, results hound our love
Black unbless them like the heavens up above
Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro
The nigga is growin' H20
Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow
Right now my main concern is making it blow
Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo
I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo
Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints
Up in them camaras and shit like I was ??
Ask her if she seen my face
Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob
Wasn't even out here in New York State
Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape
Now you mad, son
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'
We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend
At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung
Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up
Kick the door in, I find Satan
From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em
I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly
And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
Conversation, job well done
Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun
Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names
Know at least 20 different games with different lames
Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still
Y'all don't know
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy
Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy
Say they got his man locked down in six-ten
Gotta get him out, not now but right now
Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard
Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard
On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through
Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble
Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks
Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit
Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools
On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes
I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
You late
You have never seen my face before
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
Oh, no
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
I told y'all it my time to shine
The song "You Don't Know Me" by Black Rob is a portrayal of a man who is facing constant scrutiny and judgment despite not being known. The artist emphasizes that his true identity is unknown to people, and they have never seen his face before. He adds that he moves in silence, and people only speculate about his life, assuming that he is a drug dealer. Black Rob talks about his lifestyle, which involves keeping a low profile and dodging the law enforcement authorities. He tries to communicate his perspective by telling his story, emphasizing that he is not who people think he is.
In the second verse, Black Rob talks about being caught by the law enforcement authorities in Mexico, where he was enjoying the weekend with his friends. He adds that they falsely accused him of dealing drugs and arrested him. He describes his imprisonment as 'hell,' and he had to seek help from P Diddy to get him out of jail. He was determined to escape from the cell, and he portrays the challenges he faced in breaking free from jail. Thus, the song is a personal account of a man who bears constant judgment from others despite his efforts to live a life without causing trouble for others.
Line by Line Meaning
You have never seen my face before
My identity is unknown to you
You don't know me
You don't know my character or history
Oh, no
Expression of disbelief
You will never see my face again
I will remain hidden from you
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You're unfamiliar with the tactics of a dangerous person from my neighborhood
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged
You accuse me of conducting illegal drug deals because of my apparent disconnection from modern technology
Everywhere I go, results hound our love
The police pursue me wherever I go
Black unbless them like the heavens up above
I receive no blessings from a higher power due to my criminal activities
Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro
I ride in a luxurious car with famous people
The nigga is growin' H20
I am drinking water to cleanse my soul
Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow
I am handling my problems calmly and with a plan
Right now my main concern is making it blow
I am focused on achieving success in my criminal enterprise
Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo
Weapons are crucial tools for survival in my world
I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo
I am not responsible for the violence that occurred
Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints
The police are collecting evidence against me
Up in them camaras and shit like I was ??
The surveillance footage shows me committing a crime
Ask her if she seen my face
Questioning a witness about their ability to identify me
Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob
I have an alibi for my whereabouts during the time of the crime
Wasn't even out here in New York State
I was not present in the area where the crime occurred
Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape
The police are treating me unfairly and trying to wrongfully blame me for the crime
Now you mad, son
The accusers are angry because they cannot prove their case against me
Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'
I was unexpectedly attacked while away from home
We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend
I escaped to Mexico for a brief vacation
At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung
I was unaware that my location was compromised
Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up
The police wrongly suspect me of drug dealing
Kick the door in, I find Satan
I discovered a very dangerous situation upon entering a building
From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em
I successfully evaded the gunfire aimed at me
I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly
I am agile and hard to catch, aided by a multilingual partner
And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get
I have organized crime connections and am hard to catch or prosecute
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
Provide me with information on how to escape, and a weapon
And the nigga hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pun
My accomplice stole money from the bank account of a deceased rapper
Conversation, job well done
I consider our mission a success and congratulate my accomplices
Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun
I am disillusioned with my criminal lifestyle, while some people engage in it for entertainment
Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names
I change my identity frequently to avoid detection
Know at least 20 different games with different lames
I am familiar with many schemes and scams
Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
I have stolen personal identification and financial information
Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still
My associates and I often use slang and engage in risky behavior that could lead to our deaths
Y'all don't know
You do not understand the depth of my criminal activity and the risks involved
I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy
I am in prison and the conditions are unbearable
Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy
I provide a contact number for someone to call on my behalf
Say they got his man locked down in six-ten
I inform my contact that someone I know is currently imprisoned
Gotta get him out, not now but right now
We need to break him out of prison immediately
Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard
We will attack when the guards are distracted and the prisoner is outside
Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard
We need to act quickly before the guards notice our plan
On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through
I will wait patiently for my accomplices to assist me in escaping
Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble
Create a distraction so that I can start a fight and slip away unnoticed
Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks
The prison guards did not confiscate my personal belongings
Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit
I still have my valuable possessions, including my diamond earrings
Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools
I am lending my jewelry to my accomplices so that they can sell it and avoid detection
On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes
I am sneaking out of prison but I am missing a shoe
I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations
I will surprise the guards and escape through the front gate
Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
I am disappearing into the wind, leaving no trace of my presence
Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason
I appear suddenly and mysteriously, like a horror movie character
You late
I have already escaped and you are too slow to catch me
Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: DAVID ABRAHAMS, HARVE PIERRE, ROBERT ROSS, SEAN COMBS
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