Lyrics: D. Abrahams/R.Ross/S. Combs/H. Pierre
Music: D. Abrahams/R.Ross/S. Combs/H. Pierre
Producer: Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre/P. Diddy
featuring Harve "Joe ****" Pierr
[Chorus-Joe ****
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
[Black Rob]
You've never seen the gloves of an Uptown thug
You say I move drugs, cuz my shit is unplugge
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 bitch is growin' H2
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
Repeat 1
Caught a bitch 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 bitches, it's hard to ge
Hit me with the 411, and the gun
And the bitch hit me low, transfered funds from Big Pu
Conversation, job well done
Bitch this lifestyle now, bitch, y'all do it all for fu
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
[Chorus]
[Chorus]
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 shitft him when they open the yar
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
[Chorus to end]
You will never see my face again
You don't know me
I told y'all it my time to *****ne
July 19, 1999
Recording: Ed Raso/Joe Perrera/Stephen Dent
Audio Assistant: Lynn Montrose
Mixing Engineer: Paul Logus
Additional Programming: Deri "D-Dot" Angellettie/Mario "Yellowman" Winans
Vocal Arrangement: Harve "Joe Hooker" Pierre
监唱 : David Abrahams
Vocals: Black Rob