文本歌词

U Don't Know(Complete version originally performed by Jay-Z) (Explicit) - Various Artists (欧美群星)
Turn my music high high high higher
Sure I do
I'm from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man
Bullets will follow a man
There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the sh*t top to bottom
They say that we are prone to violence
But it's home sweet home
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
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 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 van
Wear a G on my chest I don't need that for damn
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'
Sure I do
I tell you the difference between me and them
They tryin' to get they one's 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
ROC
(You don't know what you're doing doing doing doing)
That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherf**ker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact from grindin' G-packs
Put this sh*t 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
Heh I smartened 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
Momma ain't raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God's green earth
I'll triple my worth
Mother f**ker
I will not lose
You don't know what you're doing
Doing doing doing
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 well
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
Dickface get your sh*t straight f**ka this is Big Jay
You don't know what you're doing
Doing doing doing
Will not lose ever
F**ka