Jay-z - U Don't Know (Remix)

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I'm Not Tryin' to Be.....Lonely Babe Lord No

I'm Not Tryin' to Give You No Advice

I Don't Claim to Be No Philosopher

But As You Know This Isn't Right Lady Lady



You gotta let this one breathe, just

Just let it breathe for a sec.

Yup, Hovi's home

Newest edition to the ROC


The Blueprint 2 is on its way

I know ya hear my footsteps out there... comin

Lets go get em Just

[Lil Fame]

Time to duck, fire

Duck, fire, duck, fire

Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!

(U Dont know what you do to me, do to me, do to me, do to me)

It's the MOP(Yes)

1, 1, 2, 3, 3

And mothafucka we comin, 100 miles and gunnin

I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed

From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp

(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown

We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW

Run up if you wanna, believe me dog

These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up

Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and

Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone

A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital gown on

(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastards

To get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics

Jiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups

No limit, what the fuck, recordin for Nick junior?

(The game aint changed)it just got harder

Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter

Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day

Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

[Billy Danze]

Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs

Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame

That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!)

And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em

The veterans have came, and we're better in the game

(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) (27 grams) my man

It's better than cocaine, now everything will change

In this family we'll rule the world

And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and hurl

A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine

So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine

I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids

I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids

(MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this mothafucka

(FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this mothafucka

When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay

For shizzle my nigger, learn to grip pistols and BK



Turn my music high, high, high, high-er

Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire

Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired

Mo' murder for the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface

Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fire

One body, two body, three body, four

Young shittin on paper, I'm above the law

Young shittin on haters, I aint fucking witt ya'll

For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?

And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursive

Just add another million to these verses

One million, two million, three million, four

And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose

My nephew's situated, and my mama is straight

So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way

And you niggas rappin to me, so your drama is fake

You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake

You dudes is cake

I keep two biscuits on the waist,

Razorblades under the tongue,

I will eat ya face.

Appetite for destruction, I am starvin today

Got a money hungry lawyer that'll eat the case

And thats just food for thought,

Don't let it go to waste

Nigga, bite the bullet until you stuffin ya face

I done forgot more than you ever learned

What you dont know will make your home a permanent urn, nigga.


Do You Believe in Me?


Oh No

U Dont Know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing


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