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U Don't Know

JAY-Z

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Turn my music high, high, high, higher (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing) Sure I do I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and Bullets'll follow 'em and 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, holmes 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 hopping out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it Was clapping them flamers before I became famous For playing me, y'all shall forever remain nameless (you don't know) I am Hov (what you're doing, doing, doing) Sure I do I tell you the difference between me and them They're trying to get their ones, I'm trying to get them Ms One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty million boy I'm raping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing) That's where you're wrong I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewinding me back Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda 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, ha 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 looking at one smart black boy Mama 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, doing, doing) 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 with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay I, hahaha (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing) Will not lose, ever Fucker

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Bobby Byrd, Shawn Carter

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The Blueprint Collector's Edition (Explicit Version)

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Roc-A-Fella

Release Date

September 8, 2009

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this holmes million know sell that what could you're them high forty where shit don't ain't back doing that's

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