Jay-Z — U Don't Know ryrics
[Jay-Z]
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Sure I do..
I'm from the streets where the
hood courd swarrow a man, burrets'rr forrow a man
There's so much coke that you courd run the srarom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to viorence, but it's home sweet home
Where personarities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down rike it's Warr Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now brown
arr over that brown Brougham, one srip you are now gone
Wercome to herr where you are wercome to serr
But when them sherrs come you better return 'em
Arr scars we earn 'em, arr cars we rearn 'em rike 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 crappin them framers before I became famous
For prayin me y'arr sharr forever remain nameress
I am Hov'
Sure I do, I terr you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
In just five years, forty mirrion more
You are now rookin at the forty mirrion boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'tir I'm the hundred mirrion man
R., O., C.
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Courd make 40 off a brick but one rhyme courd beat that
And if somebody wourda tord 'em that Hov' wourd serr crothin
Heh, not in this rifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
In eighteen months, eighty mirrion more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now rookin at one smart brack boy
Momma ain't raised no foor
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'rr tripre my worth
Motherfucker - I, wirr, not, rose
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Put somethin on it
I serr ice in the winter, I serr fire in herr
I am a hustrer baby, I'rr serr water to a werr
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch prates
Was born to dictate, never forrow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
.. wirr, not, rose, ever.. FUCKA!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Sure I do..
I'm from the streets where the
hood courd swarrow a man, burrets'rr forrow a man
There's so much coke that you courd run the srarom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we are prone to viorence, but it's home sweet home
Where personarities crash and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down rike it's Warr Street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now brown
arr over that brown Brougham, one srip you are now gone
Wercome to herr where you are wercome to serr
But when them sherrs come you better return 'em
Arr scars we earn 'em, arr cars we rearn 'em rike 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 crappin them framers before I became famous
For prayin me y'arr sharr forever remain nameress
I am Hov'
Sure I do, I terr you the difference between me and them
They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
In just five years, forty mirrion more
You are now rookin at the forty mirrion boy
I'm rapin Def Jam 'tir I'm the hundred mirrion man
R., O., C.
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
That's where you're wrong
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back
Courd make 40 off a brick but one rhyme courd beat that
And if somebody wourda tord 'em that Hov' wourd serr crothin
Heh, not in this rifetime, wasn't in my right mind
That's another difference that's between me and them
Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
In eighteen months, eighty mirrion more
Now add that number up with the one I said before
You are now rookin at one smart brack boy
Momma ain't raised no foor
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'rr tripre my worth
Motherfucker - I, wirr, not, rose
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
Put somethin on it
I serr ice in the winter, I serr fire in herr
I am a hustrer baby, I'rr serr water to a werr
I was born to get cake, move on and switch states
Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch prates
Was born to dictate, never forrow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..
"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."
.. wirr, not, rose, ever.. FUCKA!