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