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U Don't Know

Jay-Z
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[00:02.00] Turn my music high, high, high, high-er

[00:07.00] (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)

[00:09.00] Sure I do!

[00:11.00] I'm from the streets where the

[00:13.00] Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man

[00:15.00] There's so much coke that you could run the slalom

[00:18.00] And cops comb the shit top to bottom

[00:21.00] They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home

[00:25.00] Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome

[00:28.00] The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes

[00:31.00] But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown

[00:34.00] All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone

[00:37.00] Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell

[00:40.00] But when them shells come you better return 'em

[00:43.00] All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand

[00:47.00] We watch for cops hopping out the back of van

[00:49.00] Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan

[00:53.00] This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it

[00:56.00] Was clapping them flamers before I became famous

[00:59.00] For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless

[01:02.00] I am Hov' (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)

[01:05.00] Sure I do

[01:06.00] I tell you the difference between me and them

[01:08.00] They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's

[01:11.00] One million, two million, three million, four

[01:14.00] In just five years, forty million more

[01:18.00] You are now looking at the forty million boy

[01:21.00] I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man

[01:24.00] R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)

[01:28.00] That's where you're wrong

[01:30.00] I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong

[01:33.00] Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs

[01:36.00] Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back

[01:39.00] Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that

[01:42.00] And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov would sell clothing

[01:46.00] Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind

[01:49.00] That's another difference that's between me and them

[01:52.00] Heh, I smarten up, open the market up

[01:55.00] One million, two million, three million, four

[01:58.00] In 18 months, 80 million more

[02:01.00] Now add that number up with the one I said before

[02:04.00] You are now looking at one smart black boy

[02:07.00] Momma ain't raised no fool

[02:09.00] Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth motherfucker

[02:14.00] I, will not lose (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)

[02:18.00] Put somethin' on it!

[02:19.00] I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell

[02:22.00] I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well

[02:25.00] I was born to get cake, move on and switch states

[02:29.00] Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates

[02:32.00] Was born to dictate, never follow orders

[02:35.00] Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay

[02:38.00] I, hahahaha (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)

[02:41.00] Will—not—lose—ever

[02:46.00] Fucker!