Jay-Z - U Don't Know (Remix) Lyrics

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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 plan to be no philosopher 
But as you know this isn't right lady, lady 

[Jay-]: 
You gotta let this one breathe, just 
Just let it breathe for a sec 
Yup, Hovi's home 
Newest edition to the Roc 
M.O.P. 
The Blueprint 2 is on its way 
I know ya hear my footsteps out there...comin' 
Let's go get 'em just 

[Lil' Fame]: 
Time to duck, fire 
Duck, fire, duck, fire 
Duck, fire, duck, FIRE 

(You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) 

It's the M.O.P. (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 BLOCOWWW 
Run up if you wanna, believe me dawg 
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 ain't changed) It just got harder 
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Scott 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 til 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 won't sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids 
I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids 
(M.O.P.) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka 
(First family) We kept it live around this motherfucka 
When it's crunch time, we do it our wi-zzay 
For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK 

[Jay-Z]: 
Whoo 
Turn my music high, high, high, higher 
Mo' fire, more Roc-a-wear attire 
Mo' money, mo' murder now that M.O.P.'s hired 
Mo' murder for the Roc empire, ya'll won't surface 
Ya'll nervous knowin' them guns on full service, ready to fire 
One body, two body, three body, four 
Young sittin' on paper, I'm above the law 
Young shittin' on haters, I ain't fuckin' with ya'll 
For my Brownsville neighbors, how about some hardcore? 
And it just get worser, every time I saw 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's 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 ea the case 
And that's 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 don't know will make your home a permanent earn, nigga 

Do you believe in me? 
Oh, no 
You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing 
Do you believe in me? 
Oh, no 
You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing

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