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Channel: Music
Uploaded: December 31, 1969 at 6:59 pm
Author: DaClassicz
Length: 03:20
Rating: 5.00
Views: 1236
The Blueprint[Jay-Z]Turn my music high, high, high, high-er{*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."*}Sure I do..I'm from the streets where thehood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a manThere's so much coke that you could run the slalomAnd cops comb the shit top to bottomThey say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet homeWhere personalities clash and chrome meets chromeThe coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homesBut this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blownall over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now goneWelcome to hell where you are welcome to sellBut when them shells come you better return 'emAll scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our handWe watch for cops hoppin out the back of vanWear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper DanThis ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about itWas clappin them flamers before I became famousFor playin me y'all shall forever remain namelessI am Hov'Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and themThey tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M'sOne million, two million, three million, fourIn just five years, forty million moreYou are now lookin at the forty million boyI'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million manR., O., C.{*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."*}That's where you're wrongI came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strongNine to be exact, from grindin G-packsPut this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me backCould make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat thatAnd if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothinHeh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mindThat's another difference that's between me and themHeh, I'm smarten up, open the market upOne million, two million, three million, fourIn eighteen months, eighty million moreNow add that number up with the one I said beforeYou are now lookin at one smart black boyMomma ain't raised no foolPut me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worthMotherfucker - I, will, not, lose{*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."*}Put somethin on itI sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hellI am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a wellI was born to get cake, move on and switch statesCop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch platesWas born to dictate, never follow ordersDickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big JayI.. hahahaha..{*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."*}.. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!