U Don't Know - Jay-Z

Turn my music high high high high-er

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 sh*t 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 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 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

That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherf**ker a hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact from grindin G-packs

Put this sh*t 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

Motherf**ker - I will not lose

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 sh*t straight f**ka this is Big Jay

I hahahaha

Will not lose ever F**KA