You Don't Know Me
Joe Hooker Lyrics


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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've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics in this song are speaking to the idea that no one truly knows the real person hidden behind the facade they put up for the world. The repeated line "You have never seen my face before, You don't even know me" highlights the concept that even those closest to us may not know what's really going on in our lives. The verse about being accused of selling drugs and being caught off guard, shows that a person can be unfairly judged and misunderstood by society, which can be hurtful and frustrating.


The chorus also highlights the theme of anonymity, with the line "You will never see my face again". This suggests that the person behind the lyrics may want to remain anonymous for safety or personal reasons. Additionally, the lyrics speak to the idea of multiple identities, with lines like "Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names, Know at least 20 different games with different lames". This suggests that the person behind the lyrics may have many different personas, depending on the situation.


Overall, the song speaks to the idea that we should not judge people without really knowing them or the situations they are in. It also highlights the need for anonymity and the fact that we all have multiple identities depending on the context.


Line by Line Meaning

You have never seen my face before
You have never laid eyes on my face


You don't know me
You have no idea who I am or what I'm about


Oh, no
Oh, no


You will never see my face again
You will never have the opportunity to see my face in the future


You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You've never witnessed the hands of a criminal from Uptown


You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugged
You accuse me of drug trafficking because I don't use a phone


Everywhere I go, results hound our love
Everywhere I go, the consequences of our actions follow us


Black unbless them like the heavens up above
Blacklist them as if they were rejected by the divine


Catch me in the new wave carriage with Sinbad and Etro
Find me in a trendy car with Sinbad and Etro


The nigga is growin' H20
I am cultivating marijuana


Got beef so I'm taking it slow, making it grow
I have a problem with someone, so I'm handling it gradually while also increasing my illegal business


Right now my main concern is making it blow
My top priority is to make a lot of money


Guns and ammo, man, yo, you gots to understand, yo
You need to comprehend that I have firearms and ammunition


I'm not the one that hit them with the banjo
I am not the person responsible for causing harm to them


Here y'all is, bringing my fingerprints
You have found my fingerprints


Up in them camaras and shit like I was ??
In surveillance cameras and such, just like a wanted criminal


Ask her if she seen my face
Inquire if she has seen my face


Look- I was out of town getting cake with Moore and Little Jacob
I was out of town making money with Moore and Little Jacob


Wasn't even out here in New York State
I wasn't even in New York State at the time


Trying to play me like a goat, like my name was Scape
Attempting to trick me like I'm ignorant, like my name is Scape


Now you mad, son
Now you are angry, my friend


Caught a nigga sleepin' outside creepin'
Caught a man off guard who was trying to sneak around outside


We out to Mexico, fourth one filled weekend
We're heading to Mexico for a fun-filled, four-day weekend


At least I thought I was, they had the whole place strung
That's what I thought, but they had already taken control


Still thinkin' I sold drugs, ice 'em up
They still believe I sell drugs, so they plan to kill me


Kick the door in, I find Satan
Burst through the door and confront an evil person


From up top, bullets soaring, but I fake 'em
Bullets are flying from above, but I am successfully avoiding them


I'm hard to hit, Spanish speaking chick that constantly
I'm difficult to hit, and I have a female Spanish speaker that is always with me


And Mafia connections, chopping niggas, it's hard to get
I have ties to the Mafia, and it's difficult for people to eliminate me


Hit me with the 411, and the gun
Give me the information I need, and the gun


And the nigga hit me low, transferred funds from Big Pun
Someone attacked me when I was vulnerable and stole money from Big Pun


Conversation, job well done
A successful conversation has ended


Fuck this lifestyle now, shit, y'all do it all for fun
I'm tired of this criminal lifestyle; y'all do it for entertainment


Rippin' the frames, got at least 20 different names
I'm destroying evidence, and I have at least 20 aliases


Know at least 20 different games with different lames
I know how to use at least 20 different scams on unsuspecting people


Not to mention liftin' Lane's credit cards and passports
And let's not forget about stealing Lane's credit cards and passports


Slangs and flat on ass coffins, still
I use various strategies and I'm willing to kill to stay out of jail


Y'all don't know
You guys have no idea what's really going on


I'm in the cell now, it's hell now, all stuffy
I'm in jail, and it's unbearable, and the cell is tight


Seven numbers, told Harve to call Puffy
I gave Harve a phone number and told him to contact Puffy


Say they got his man locked down in six-ten
They have a man locked up in cell number 610


Gotta get him out, not now but right now
We need to free him, not later, but immediately


Catch him when they shift him when they open the yard
Take advantage of when they move him or when they open the yard


Hurry up, before these six rounds smokin' the guard
Quickly, before these six bullets kill the guard


On the humble, I'ma just wait for y'all to come through
I'm just going to be patient and wait for you all to arrive


Creat a diversion for me, I start a rumble
Create a distraction so I can cause chaos


Holdin' me, they ain't even take my flicks
They are holding me but they haven't taken my picture


Got on Simmy's, they ain't even take my shit
I have expensive shoes on, but they didn't take them from me


Got my jewels, lend 'em right, them a be fools
I have my jewelry and if they lend it to someone else, they're foolish


On the sneak out, the peek out, had two left shoes
I'm sneaking out but I have two left shoes by mistake


I'ma freak 'em, through the front gate, on administrations
I'm going to trick them by going through the front gate and the administration area


Only a dust of dust, the wind, still north facin'
I'm gone like dust in the wind, but I'm still heading north


Straight up out a crystal face, like I'm Jason
I emerge from hiding, like Jason from 'Friday the 13th'


You late
You're too late; I'm gone.




Lyrics Β© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Written by: DAVID ABRAHAMS, HARVE PIERRE, ROBERT ROSS, SEAN COMBS

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