Album: The Blueprint Vol.1 (2002)
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
You do not know...what you are doing, doing, doing, doing
Sure i do...
I am from the streets where the
Hood could swallow a man, bullets´ll follow are followin´ me
Theres so much coke that you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
They say that we´re prone to violence, but it is home sweet
Where personalities clash & chorme meets chorme
The coke prices up & down like it is wall street homes
But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
All over that brown brome, one slip you´re now gone
Welcome to hell where you´re 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 van
Wear a G on my chest, I do not need Dapper Dan
This aint a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
Was clappin them flamers before I became famous
For playin me y´all shall forever remain nameless
I´m Hov´
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me & them
They tryin to get they ones, tryin to get them M´s
One million, two million, three miliion, four
In just five yeahrs, forty million more
You´re now lookin at the forty million boy
I am rapin Def Jam ´til I am the hundred million man
R., O., C.
You do not know.. what you are doing, doing, doing, doing
That is where you are wrong
I came into this muthaf*cka a hundred grand strong
Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs
Put this shit in motion aint 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 clothes
Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn´t in my right mind
That is another difference that is between me & them
Heh, I smartened up, opened 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´re now lookin at one smart black boy
Momma aint raised no fool
Put me anywhere on God´s green earth, I will triple my worth
Muthaf*cka - I..will..not..lose
You do not know.. what you are doing, doing, doing,doing
Put somethin on it
I sell ice in the winter, i sell fire at hell
I´m a hustler baby, I will sell water to a well
I was born to get cake, move on & switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof go on & switch plates
Was born to dictate, never follow orders
Dickface, get your shit straight, f*cka this is Big Jay
I.. hahahaha..hahaha
You do not know.. what you are doing, doing, doing, doing
.. will, not, lose, ever.. f*cka!
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