Jay Z
U Dont Know (Remix) dainos žodžiai
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
[Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! Duck, fire, duck, fire (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) And motherf**ker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, f**k ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little f**k, scribbled up with a hospital down 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 f**k, recordin for nig' junior Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter (The game aint changed)it just got harder Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame 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 And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm In this family we'll rule the world A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherf**ka For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Turn my music high, high, high, high-er 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 haters, I aint f**kin with ya'll Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore? Just add another million to these verses And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive One million, two million, three million, four My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight And you f**kers rappin to me, so your drama is fake And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way Let's get it! Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
[Lil Fame] Time to duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! Duck, fire, duck, fire (U Don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) And motherf**ker we comin, 100 miles and gunnin It's the MOP (Yes) 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 I'm still runnin with cash that's robbed (SAME GAME!) operation for this industry lockdown From the era of exhale 80's and hats back stomp We still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW Run up if you wanna, believe me dog These hammers with they owners, f**k ya G up Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone A little f**k, scribbled up with a hospital down 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 f**k, recordin for nig' junior Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter (The game aint changed)it just got harder Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage Brownsville(yep), we stomp in this bitch all day [Billy Danze] Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G side of thangs That's how we got the name(WARRIORS!) Where we ride and bang, where the heat died of flame 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 And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm In this family we'll rule the world A decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine I been around, I put it down, I aint these young ass kids I wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids (FIRST FAMILY!) We kept it live around this motherucka (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherf**ka For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay [Jay-Z] WHOOOOOOO!!!!!! Mo' fire, mo' problems, more Roc-a-wear attire Turn my music high, high, high, high-er 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 haters, I aint f**kin with ya'll Young sittin on paper, I'm above the law For my Brownsville neighbors, How About Some Hardcore? Just add another million to these verses And it just get worser, every time I write my signature in cursive One million, two million, three million, four My nephew's situated, and my mama's straight And you f**kers rappin to me, so your drama is fake And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way Let's get it! Ya'll niggas is noodles, I got more fetti to bake
