Текст песни Jay-Z - U Don`t Know (Remix)
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[Voice]I`m Not Tryin` to Be.....Lonely Babe Lord NoI`m Not Tryin` to Give You No AdviceI Don`t Plan to Be No PhilosopherBut As You Know This Isn`t Right Lady Lady[screamin`][Jay-Z]You gotta let this one breathe, justJust let it breathe for a sec.Yup, Hovi`s homeNewest edition to the ROCM.O.P.The Blueprint 2 is on its wayI know ya hear my footsteps out there... cominLets go get em Just[Lil Fame]Time to duck, fireDuck, fire, duck, fireDuck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH!(U Dont know what you`re doing, doing, doing, doing)It`s the MOP(Yes)1, 1, 2, 3, 3And mothafucka we comin, 100 miles and gunninI`m still runnin with cash that`s robbedFrom the era of exhale 80`s and hats back stomp(SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdownWe still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWWRun up if you wanna, believe me dogThese hammers with they owners, fuck ya G upHave ya with blue `jamas in a coma, andYa family now moan, look, 70 pounds goneA little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital gown on(WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)keep pushin weak frail bastardsTo get over, we prowl with slimmer re-shelled tacticsJiminy frail bastards, your tracks need tune-upsNo limit, what the fuck, recordin for Nick junior?(The game aint changed)it just got harderPlus we sponsored by laz` Dame Dash and Mr. S. CarterBrownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all dayRock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage[Billy Danze]Uh, Uh, Uh, I`m from the G side of thangsWhere we ride and bang, where the heat died of flameThat`s how we got the name(WARRIORS!)And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin `emThe veterans have came, and we`re better in the game(YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) (27 grams) my manIt`s better than cocaine, now everything will changeIn this family we`ll rule the worldAnd you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and hurlA decade on the grind, nigga I paid mineSo it`s my time to shine and for you can ride the pineI wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kidsI 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 mothafuckaWhen it`s crunch time, we do it our wizzayFor shizzle my nigger, learn to grip pistols and BK[Jay-Z]WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!Turn my music high, high, high, high-erMo` fire, mo` problems, more Roc-a-wear attireMo` money, mo` murder now that M.O.P.`s hiredMo` murder for the ROC empire, ya`ll wont surfaceYa`ll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready to fireOne body, two body, three body, fourYoung shittin on paper, I`m above the lawYoung shittin on haters, I aint fucking witt ya`llFor my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore?And it just get worser, every time I saw my signature in cursiveJust add another million to these versesOne million, two million, three million, fourAnd the money`s really worthless, I`m pissing you off on purposeMy nephew`s situated, and my mama`s straightSo I`m ready for whatever drama should come our wayAnd you niggas rappin to me, so your drama is fakeYou dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bakeYou dudes is cakeI keep two biscuits on the waist,Razorblades under the tongue,I will eat ya face.Appetite for destruction, I am starvin todayGot a money hungry lawyer that`ll eat the caseAnd thats just food for thought,Don`t let it go to wasteNigga, bite the bullet until you stuffin ya faceI done forgot more than you ever learnedWhat you dont know will make your home a permanent earn, nigga.[Voice]Do You Believe in Me?[screamin`]Oh NoU Dont Know what you`re doing, doing, doing, doing[Repeat]