Текст песни Jay-Z - U Don't Know (Remix) (feat. M.O.P.)

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[Jay-Z]: Turn my music high, high, high, high-yer You don't know what you do Sure I do I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em And bullets'll follow 'em and, it's so much coke that you could run a 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, ya brains are now blown all over that brown Broham One slip, you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when the 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 vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that, but damn This ain't sewn outfit, homes, homes is about it Was clappin' the flamers before I became famous But playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless (You don't know what you do) I am Hov Sure I do I'll 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, 40 million more You are now lookin' at the 40 million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R-O-C (You don't know what you do) That's were you're wrong I came into this muthafucka hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put the shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back Could make 40 off a brick, but one rhyme could be that And if somebody would've told 'em that Hov would sell clothing Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them, I smartin' up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In 18 months, 80 million more Now add that number up wit' the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart black boy Mama ain't raised no fool Put my anywhere on God's green Earth, I'll triple my worth, muthafuckas (You don't know what you do) I will not lose Put something 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 wit' the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dick face, get ya shit straight, fucka, this is Big Jay, I (haha) (You don't know what you do) Will not lose ever Fucka [*Music to fade*]

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