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[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 muthafucka 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, muthafuckas

(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, fucka, this is Big Jay, I (haha)

(You don`t know what you do)

Will not lose ever

Fucka



[*Music to fade*]

[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 muthafucka 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, muthafuckas

(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, fucka, this is Big Jay, I (haha)

(You don`t know what you do)

Will not lose ever

Fucka



[*Music to fade*]

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