[Jay-Z]: Turn my music high
high
high
high-yer You don t know what you do Sure I do I m from the streets where the hood could swallow em And bullets ll follow em and
it s so much coke that you could run a 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
homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones
ya brains are now blown all over that brown Broham One slip
you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when the 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 that
but damn This ain t sewn outfit
homes
homes is about it Was clappin the flamers before I became famous But playin me
y all shall forever remain nameless (You don t know what you do) I am Hov Sure I do I ll 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
40 million more You are now lookin at the 40 million boy I m rapin Def Jam til I m the hundred million man R-O-C (You don t know what you do) That s were you re wrong I came into this mutha a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact
from grindin G-packs Put the shit in motion
ain t no rewindin me back Could make 40 off a brick
but one rhyme could be that And if somebody would ve told em that Hov would sell clothing Not in this lifetime
wasn t in my right mind That s another difference that s between me and them
I smartin up
open the market up One million
two million
three million
four In 18 months
80 million more Now add that number up wit the one I said before You are now lookin at one smart black boy Mama ain t raised no fool Put my anywhere on God s green Earth
I ll triple my worth
mutha as (You don t know what you do) I will not lose Put something on it
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 wit the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate
never follow orders Dick face
get ya shit straight
a
this is Big Jay
I (haha) (You don t know what you do) Will not lose ever a [ Music to fade ]

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