U Don't Know

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
 (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
 Sure I do!
 I'm from the streets where the
 Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
 There's so much coke that you could run the 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, your brains are now blown
 All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
 Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell
 But when them 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 hopping out the back of van
 Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan
 This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
 Was clapping them flamers before I became famous
 For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless
 I am Hov' (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
 Sure I do
 I tell you the difference between me and them
 They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
 One million, two million, three million, four
 In just five years, forty million more
 You are now looking at the forty million boy
 I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man
 R-O-C (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
 That's where you're wrong
 I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong
 Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs
 Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back
 Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
 And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov would sell clothing
 Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind
 That's another difference that's between me and them
 Heh, I smarten up, open the market up
 One million, two million, three million, four
 In 18 months, 80 million more
 Now add that number up with the one I said before
 You are now looking at one smart black boy
 Momma ain't raised no fool
 Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth motherfucker
 I, will not lose (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
 Put somethin' 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 with the roof gone and switch plates
 Was born to dictate, never follow orders
 Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
 I, hahahaha (you don't know what you're doing, doing, doing)
 Will—not—lose—ever
 Fucker!