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U Don't Know Lyrics - The Blueprint - 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 are followin' me 

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 

Where personalities clash and chorme meets chorme 

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 brome, 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 Dapper Dan 

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' 

 

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Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them 

They tryin to get they ones, tryin to get them M's 

One million, two million, three miliion, 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 muthafucka a hundred grand strong 

Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs 

Put this shit 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 clothes 

Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind 

That's another difference that's between me and them 

Heh, I smartened up, opened 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 

Muthafucka - I.will.not.lose 

 

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

Put somethin on it 

 

I sell ice in the winter, i sell fire at 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 go on and switch plates 

Was born to dictate, never follow orders 

Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay 

I. hahahaha.hahaha 

 

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

. will, not, lose, ever. fucka! 

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