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Jay-Z You Don't Know song lyrics


Jay-Z You Don't Know song lyrics
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)
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