[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!
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