U Don't Know (remix) Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay-z

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 

Time to duck, fire 

Duck, fire, duck, fire 

Duck, fire, duck, fire 

It's the M.O.P. and the dip code is 1, 1, 2, 3, 3 

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And motherfucker 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 blockow 

Run up if you wanna, believe me dog 

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 down on 

We holdin' it down homes 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 nig' junior 

The game aint changed, it just got harder 

Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter 

Brownsville, we stomp in this bitch all day 

Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage 

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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 till you hiccup 

And I'm a decade on the grind, nigga I paid mine 

So it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine 

I wont 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 motherucka 

When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay 

For shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and BK 

Turn my music high, high, high, higher 

Mo' fire, mo' problems, 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 write my signature in cursive 

Just add another million to theses 

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 twocuits 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 eat the case 

And thats 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 urn, nigga 

Do you believe in me? 

Oh no 

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

Do you believe in me? 

Oh no 

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

Do you believe in me?