Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Don't Know, artist - Jay-Z. Album song The Blueprint Collector's Edition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
U Don't Know |
You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'— |
Sure I do |
I’m from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and |
Bullets’ll follow 'em and |
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 home |
Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome |
The coke prices up and down like it’s Wall Street, holmes |
But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown |
All over that brown Brougham, 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 vans |
Wear a G on my chest, I don’t need Dapper Dan |
This ain’t a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it |
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous |
For playin' me, y’all shall forever remain nameless |
I am Hov |
You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'— |
Sure I do |
I tell you the difference between me and them |
They tryin' to get they ones, I’m tryin' to get them M’s |
One million, two million, three million, 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 |
You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'— |
That’s where you’re wrong |
I came into this motherfucker 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 clothin' |
Not in this lifetime, wasn’t in my right mind |
That’s another difference that’s between me and them, hah |
I smarten up, open 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 |
Mama ain’t raised no fool |
Put me anywhere on God’s green earth, I’ll triple my worth, motherfucker |
I will not lose |
You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'— |
Put somethin' on it |
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell |
I am a hustler, baby, I’ll sell water to a whale |
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states |
Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates |
Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face |
Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay |
I— hahahaha |
You don’t know what you’re doin'— doin'— doin'— |
Will not lose, ever |
Fucker |