Jay-zU Don't Know

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man 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 crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes 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 hopping out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers before I became famous For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov' Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They trying 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 looking at the forty million boy I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C. I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, 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 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 looking at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not, lose I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well 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 Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!
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