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JAY-Z lyrics : "U Don't Know"

[Jay-Z]
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, 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 !@%!e that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the %#@! top to bottom

They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
The !@%!e 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 that for damn
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, doing, doing, doing.."

That's where you're wrong

I came into this mother$#&@er a hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this %#@! 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
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them

Heh, I'm 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
Mother$#&@er - I, will, not, lose


"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, 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 %#@! straight, $#&@a this is Big Jay

I.. hahahaha..

"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."

.. will, not, lose, ever.. !#@*A!

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