U Don't Know

Sure I do
All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
Nine to be exact from grindin' G-packs
They tryin' to get they one's, I'm tryin' to get them M's
You are now lookin' at one smart black boy
Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
One million, two million, three million, four
Put somethin' on it
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)

One million, two million, three million, four
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home
That's where you're wrong
That's another difference that's between me and them
And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin'
(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states

Was born to dictate, never follow orders
I came into this motherfucker, a hundred grand strong
ROC
I'm from the streets where the
In just five years, forty million more
I will not lose

This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Fucka
I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a well
Heh, I smartened up, open the market up
All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand

Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
Will not lose, ever
I tell you the difference between me and them

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom
We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of van

I am Hov'
Now add that number up with the one I said before
Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous

In eighteen months, eighty million more
Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn
Hood could swallow a man, bullets will follow a man
Momma ain't raised no fool

The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes

But when them shells come, you better return 'em
I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
Sure I do
Mother fucker
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell

Oh no
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates
You are now lookin' at the forty million boy
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin' me back
For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
And cops comb the shit top to bottom