U Don't Know

Turn my music high, high, high, higher

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Sure I do

I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and

Bullets'll follow 'em and

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom

And cops comb the shit top to bottom

They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home

Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome

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

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 vans

Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan

This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it

Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous

For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless

I am Hov

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Sure I do

I tell you the difference between me and them

They tryin' to get they ones, 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

R-O-C

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

That's where you're wrong

I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong

Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs

Put this shit 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, hah

I smarten 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

Mama ain't raised no fool

Put me anywhere on God's green

Earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker

I will not lose

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

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 whale

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, dick face

Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay

I— hahahaha

You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—

Will not lose, ever

Fucker