U Don't Know (Remix)
(专辑: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - 2002)
I'm not trying to be no big thing, no, no You gotta let this one breathe, Just' Just let it breathe for a
second I'm not trying to give you no advice Yup! Hovi's home! The
newest addition to the
Roc: M.O.P I
don't claim to be no philosopher "The Blueprint 2" is on its way I
know y'all hear my footsteps out there! I'm coming! But I
sure know, this is life, baby, baby Let's go get 'em, just! Time to dump (Fiyah!), dump (Fiyah!) Dump (Fiyah!), dump (Fiyah!) Dump (Fiyah!) You don't know It's the
M.O.P.! (Yes!) What you're doing, doing, doing, doing And the
ZIP code is 1
(1), 2
(3), 3
And motherfucker, we coming (Owwww!) 100 miles and gunning, I'm still running with cats that rob From the
era of eggshell 80s and hatchback Saabs (Same game!) Operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go Blakow! Run up if you wanna Believe me dog, these hammers with they owners Fuck your G
up, have you in blue Pampers, in a
coma And your family now moan—look, seventy pounds gone A
little fuck, shriveled up, with a
hospital gown on (We holding it down, homes!) Keep pushing, we fell bastards To get over, we grind with slippery shell tactics Chippety-frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups Lil' niglet, what the
fuck for you recording for? Nick Jr.? (The game ain't changed!) It just got harder Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash, and Mr. S-Dot Carter Brownsville (Yep!), we stomp through this bitch all day (Oh) Rock with my cock out, face the
crowd, and piss off stage (Ugh, ugh, ugh) I'm from the G
side of things (Oh), where we ride and bang With a
heat that'll flame, that's how we got the
name: (Warriors!) Embedded in your brains And someone should be telling 'em, the
veterans have came And we're better in the
game, you better make it rain (Twenty-seven a
gram) My man, it's better than cocaine Now, everything will change, and this Family will rule the
world And you haters can eat a
dick up 'til you hiccup and earl! A
decade on the
grind (Ugh), nigga, I
paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you to 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
OGs repped and survived around this motherfucker (First family!) We kept it live around this motherfucker (Oh!) When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay Fo' shizzle, my nigga, learned to grip pistols in BK Woooooo! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er More fire, more Rocawear attire More money, more murder, now that M.O.P.'s hired More further for the
Roc empire, y'all won't serve us Y'all nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sitting on paper, I'm above the
law Young shitting on haters, I
ain't fucking with y'all For my Brownsville neighbor—"How About Some Hardcore?" And it just get worser every time I
sign 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 nephews situated, and my mama is straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come my way And you niggas rapping 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 Razor blades under the
tongue, I
will eat your face Appetite for destruction, I
am starving today Got a
money-hungry lawyer that'll eat the
case And that's just food for thought, don't let it go to waste Nigga, bite the
bullet until you stuffing your face, ha! I
done forgot more than you ever learned What you don't know'll make your home a
permanent urn, nigga! Do you believe it? Oh, no