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    "U Don't Know (Remix)" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. M.O.P.

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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
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Bobby Byrd, Shawn Carter.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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