| You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'—
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| Sure I do
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| I’m from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and
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| Bullets’ll follow 'em and
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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, holmes
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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
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| All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand
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| We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans
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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, holmes, holmes is about it
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| 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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| You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'—
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| Sure I do
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| 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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| You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'—
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| That’s where you’re wrong
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| I came into this motherfucker 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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| Not in this lifetime, wasn’t in my right mind
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| That’s another difference that’s between me and them, hah
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| I smarten up, open the market up
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| 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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| Mama ain’t raised no fool
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| Put me anywhere on God’s green earth, I’ll triple my worth, motherfucker
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| I will not lose
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| You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'—
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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 whale
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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, dick face
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| Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay
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| I— hahahaha
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| You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'—
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| Will not lose, ever
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| Fucker |