เนื้อเพลง U Don't Know (Remix) - Jay-Z

I'm not tryin' to be....lonely babe lord no
I'm not tryin' to give you no advice
I don't plan to be no philosopher
But as you know this isn't right lady, lady

[Jay-]:
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

[Lil' Fame]:
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIRE

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

It's the M.O.P. (yes)
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And mothaf*cka 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 BLOCOWWW
Run up if you wanna, believe me dawg
These hammers with they owners, f*ck ya G up
Have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little f*ck, scribbled up with a hospital gown 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*ck, recordin' for Nick Junior?
(The game ain't changed) It just got harder
Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Scott Carter
Brownsville (yep), we stomp in this b*tch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

[Billy Danze]:
Uh, uh, uh, 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 c*caine, now everything will change
In this family we'll rule the world
And you haters can eat a d*ck up til you hiccup and hurl
A decade on the grind, n*gga I paid mine
So it's my time to shine and for you can 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 OG's repped and survived around this motherf*cka
(First family) We kept it live around this motherf*cka
When it's crunch time, we do it our wi-zzay
For shizzle my n*gga, learn to grip pistols and BK

[Jay-Z]:
Whoo
Turn my music high, high, high, higher
Mo' fire, 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 sh*ttin' on haters, I ain't f*ckin' with ya'll
For my Brownsville neighbors, how about some h*rdcore?
And it just get worser, every time I saw 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 nephew's situated, and my mama's straight
So I'm ready for whatever drama should come our way
And you n*ggas rappin' 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
Razorblades under the tongue
I will eat ya face
Appetite for destruction, I am starvin' today
Got a money hungry lawyer that'll ea the case
And that's just food for thought
Don't let it go to waste
N*gga, 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 earn, n*gga

Do you believe in me?
Oh, no
You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing
Do you believe in me?
Oh, no
You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing