Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Don't You Know , by - Jay-Z. Release date: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Don't You Know |
| Fresh from London… Paris, Germany… |
| It’s Euro-Jay… International Hov… |
| Bon Shoir, muhfuckas… We back… |
| as if we never left this bitch… on top… it’s worldwide… |
| Still Just Blaze’in this shit up… |
| Every place I visit, I got land there |
| How could niggas stand there |
| Say I sound like them? |
| Hell no Push wigs back, push Bentley drops that’s yellow |
| Started from the elbow, nigga, from the get-go |
| No, not the Geico, ain’t nothin accidental |
| Just the facts that I’ve been through |
| Perhaps if you was into |
| Half of the shit I’ve been through |
| That’d make your pen move |
| Your mind would open, your heart would bleed |
| Instead y’all niggas flow oh so retardedly |
| You sound retarded to me! |
| How could you stand there, pants near down to your ass, you wanna spar with me |
| I’ll put you down in the grass, it’s the God MC, Young V-I-T-O |
| Young’n, you are my hijo |
| My son dula |
| I clean the cess pool up Rap stinks |
| You cats are the sphinx |
| You cut off your nose to spite your face |
| Bet you like it that way don’tchya? |
| Don’t you know? |
| When you’re defeated, young punk? |
| Won’t you throw |
| Won’t you throw in the towel, stop running your mouth |
| Don’t you know that we know you’re just running your mouth |
| Cause when this shit pops off, we gonna run in your house |
| Don’t you know |
| When you’re defeated, young punk? |
| Won’t you throw? |
| Won’t you throw in the towel? |
| I’m better with vowels |
| My vocabulary murders the dictionary |
| Flow switches every 16, shits mean, man |
| Shit, I’m heavy in the game |
| I ain’t worried bout a thing |
| Last man standing |
| Blam-blammin the cannon |
| 48 Hours, it’s Reggie Hammond |
| The colte, Nick Nolte |
| My demeanor is Humphrey Bogey |
| Baby, I’m comfy, cozy, my spot is solidified |
| Roc-a-bye baby, I sing you a lillabye |
| How ill am I? |
| BK to Philladi- |
| Delphia! |
| Niggas feelin how real am I Shit, I carry two taurus, niggas they call me gemini |
| Though my birthday is one day before December 5 |
| It’s S Carter, the archer, I throw darts at ya Arrows through your apparel, I will dearly depart ya It’s clearly hard for ya, what God has bestowed on me You nah destroys me nigga; |
| nigga I’m poetry |
| In four part harmony, it’s like Jodeci |
| Check out my melody, my flow is a felony |
| Oh, I’m so seventies, I’m in tune with the heavenly |
| Governing body — Check, check, check out my destiny |
| I walk leaving four footprints |
| My hood sense |
| My book smarts |
| My faith of the unknown |
| And a good heart |
| What’s seldom shown is the good part |
| Like I said |
| Try to bring em life, but they want dead |
| You won’t listen |
| Hov is a nice guy, but you don’t miss him |
| That’ll piss him off quick, you won’t listen |