U Don’t Know lyrics
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er(You don’t know what you’re doing, doing, doing)Sure I do!
I’m from the streets where theHood could swallow a man, bullets’ll follow a manThere’s so much coke that you could run the slalomAnd cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence, but it’s home sweet homeWhere personalities clash and chrome meets chromeThe coke prices up and down like it’s Wall Street homesBut this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blownAll over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sellBut when them shells come you better return ’emAll scars we earn ’em, all cars we learn ’em like the back of our handWe watch for cops hopping out the back of vanWear a G on my chest, I don’t need Dapper DanThis ain’t a sewn outfit homes, homes is about itWas clapping them flamers before I became famousFor playing me y’all shall forever remain nameless
I am Hov’ (you don’t know what you’re doing, doing, doing)Sure I do
I tell you the difference between me and themThey trying to get they ones, I’m tryin’ to get them M’sOne million, two million, three million, fourIn just five years, forty million moreYou are now looking at the forty million boyI’m rapin’ 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 a hundred grand strongNine to be exact, from grinding G-packsPut this shit in motion ain’t no rewinding me backCould make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat thatAnd if somebody would of told ’em that Hov would sell clothingHeh, not in this lifetime, wasn’t in my right mindThat’s another difference that’s between me and themHeh, I smarten up, open the market up
One million, two million, three million, fourIn 18 months, 80 million moreNow add that number up with the one I said beforeYou are now looking at one smart black boyMomma ain’t raised no foolPut 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 somethin’ on it!
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hellI am a hustler baby, I’ll sell water to a wellI was born to get cake, move on and switch statesCop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch platesWas born to dictate, never follow ordersDickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
I, hahahaha (you don’t know what you’re doing, doing, doing)Will—not—lose—everFucker!