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Jay-Z( Shawn Corey Carter )
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You Don't Know
Turn my music high, high, high, higher
(You don't know what you're doing) Sure I do
I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov' Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin' at the forty million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R O C
(You don't know what you're doing) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin' me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin' Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them I smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart black boy
Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker I, will, not, lose
(You don't know what you're doing) Put somethin' on it
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
(You don't know what you're doing) I will not lose ever, fucka
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