Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - U don't know ------------------------------------------ [Jay-Z] Turn my music high, high, high, high-er "You donīt know.. what youīre doing, doing, doing, doing.." Sure I do.. Iīm from the streets where the hood could swallow a man, bulletsīll follow a man Thereīs 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 itīs home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like itīs 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 īem All scars we earn īem, all cars we learn īem like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I donīt need that for damn This ainīt a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin them flamers before I became famous For playin me yīall shall forever remain nameless I am Hovī Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin to get they ones, Iīm tryin to get them Mīs One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin at the forty million boy Iīm rapin Def Jam ītil Iīm the hundred million man R., O., C. "You donīt know.. what youīre doing, doing, doing, doing.." Thatīs where youīre wrong I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs Put this shit in motion ainīt no rewindin me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told īem that Hovī would sell clothin Heh, not in this lifetime, wasnīt in my right mind Thatīs another difference thatīs between me and them Heh, Iīm 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 Momma ainīt raised no fool Put me anywhere on Godīs green earth, Iīll triple my worth Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose "You donīt know.. what youīre doing, doing, doing, doing.." Put somethin on it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, Iīll 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, fucka this is Big Jay I.. hahahaha.. "You donīt know.. what youīre doing, doing, doing, doing.." .. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!