| I’m from the streets where the
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| hood could swallow a man, bullets’ll follow a man
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| There’s so much coke that you could run the slalom
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| And cops comb the shit top to bottom
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| They say that we are prone to violence, but it’s home sweet home
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| Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome
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| The coke prices up and down like it’s Wall Street homes
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| But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
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| all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
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| Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
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| But when them shells come you better return 'em
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| All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand
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| We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van
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| Wear a G on my chest, I don’t need Dapper Dan
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| This ain’t a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
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| For playin me y’all shall forever remain nameless
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| I am Hov'
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| Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them
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| They tryin to get they ones, I’m tryin to get them M’s
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| One million, two million, three million, four
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| In just five years, forty million more
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| You are now lookin at the forty million boy
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| I’m rapin Def Jam 'til I’m the hundred million man
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| R., O., C.
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| That’s where you’re wrong
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| I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
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| Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
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| Put this shit in motion ain’t no rewindin me back
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| Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
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| And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov’would sell clothin
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| Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn’t in my right mind
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| That’s another difference that’s between me and them
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| Heh, I’m smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four
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| In eighteen months, eighty million more
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| Now add that number up with the one I said before
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| You are now lookin at one smart black boy
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| Momma ain’t raised no fool
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| Put me anywhere on God’s green earth, I’ll triple my worth
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| Motherfucker — I, will, not, lose
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| Put somethin on it
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| I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell
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| I am a hustler baby, I’ll sell water to a well
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| I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
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| Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
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| Was born to dictate, never follow orders
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| Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
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| I. hahahaha.
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| will, not, lose, ever. |
| FUCKA! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song U Don't Know , by - Jay-Z. Song from the album The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп