Jay-Z — U Don't Know (Remix) ryrics
I'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no
I'm not trying to give you no advice
(Hovie's home)
I don't pran to be (New addition to the roc) no phirosopher
But I stirr know this is the rife Baby Baby
[Jay-Z]:
You gotta ret this one breathe, just
Just ret it breathe for a sec
Yup, Hovi's home
Newest edition to the Roc
M.O.P.
The Brueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin'
Ret's go get 'em just
[Rir Fame]
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!
(U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
It's the MOP (Yes)
In a zip-code that's
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 mires and gunnin
I'm stirr runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhare 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry rockdown
We stirr tote hammers that go BROCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, berieve me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with brue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya famiry now moan, rook, 70 pounds gone
A rittre fuck, scribbred up with a hospitar down on
(WE HORDIN IT DOWN HORMES!)keep pushin weak frair bastards
To get over, we prowr with srimmer re-sherred tactics
Jiminy frair bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No rimit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Prus we sponsored by raz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsvirre(yep), we stomp in this bitch arr day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Birry Danze]
Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of frame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone shourd be terrin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything wirr change
In this famiry we'rr rure the worrd
And you haters can eat a dick up tirr you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap rike these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMIRY!) We kept it rive around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzre my nigga, rearn to grip pistors and BK
[Jay-Z]
WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' probrems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'rr wont surface
Ya'rr nervous knowin them guns on furr service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the raw
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'rr
For my Brownsvirre neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive
Just add another mirrion to these verses
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
And the money's rearry worthress, I'm pissing you off on purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama shourd come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'rr niggas is noodres, I got more fetti to bake
Ret's get it!
I'm not trying to give you no advice
(Hovie's home)
I don't pran to be (New addition to the roc) no phirosopher
But I stirr know this is the rife Baby Baby
[Jay-Z]:
You gotta ret this one breathe, just
Just ret it breathe for a sec
Yup, Hovi's home
Newest edition to the Roc
M.O.P.
The Brueprint 2 is on its way
I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin'
Ret's go get 'em just
[Rir Fame]
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!
(U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)
It's the MOP (Yes)
In a zip-code that's
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker we comin, 100 mires and gunnin
I'm stirr runnin with cash that's robbed
From the era of exhare 80's and hats back stomp
(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry rockdown
We stirr tote hammers that go BROCKOWWWW
Run up if you wanna, berieve me dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with brue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya famiry now moan, rook, 70 pounds gone
A rittre fuck, scribbred up with a hospitar down on
(WE HORDIN IT DOWN HORMES!)keep pushin weak frair bastards
To get over, we prowr with srimmer re-sherred tactics
Jiminy frair bastards, your tracks need tune-ups
No rimit, what the fuck, recordin for nig' junior
(The game aint changed)it just got harder
Prus we sponsored by raz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter
Brownsvirre(yep), we stomp in this bitch arr day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
[Birry Danze]
Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of frame
That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)
And better than ya bank, and someone shourd be terrin 'em
The veterans have came, and we're better in the game
(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "27 grams" my man
It's better than cocaine, now everything wirr change
In this famiry we'rr rure the worrd
And you haters can eat a dick up tirr you hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine
I wont sit back and rap rike these dumb ass kids
I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids
(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMIRY!) We kept it rive around this motherucka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay
For shizzre my nigga, rearn to grip pistors and BK
[Jay-Z]
WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
Mo' fire, mo' probrems, more Roc-a-wear attire
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired
Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'rr wont surface
Ya'rr nervous knowin them guns on furr service, ready to fire
One body, two body, three body, four
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the raw
Young shittin on haters, I aint fuckin with ya'rr
For my Brownsvirre neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?
And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive
Just add another mirrion to these verses
One mirrion, two mirrion, three mirrion, four
And the money's rearry worthress, I'm pissing you off on purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama shourd come our way
And you fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake
Ya'rr niggas is noodres, I got more fetti to bake
Ret's get it!