U Don't Know (Remix) [feat. M.O.P.]

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!

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, fire

Dump, fire, dump, fire, dump, fire, dump, fire

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

It's the MO-P! (Yes!)

And the ZIP code is One, two, three (One, three)

And motherfucker, we coming, a hunnid 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 mourn, 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 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 we stomp through this bitch all day (Yeah)

Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss on stage (Uh, uh, uh)

I'm from the G side of things, where we ride and bang (Oh)

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

My man, it's better than cocaine (Twenty-seven a gram)

Now everything will change and this Family will rule the world

And you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and 'url

A decade on the grind, ****, I paid mine (Uh)

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

I won't sit back and rap like these dumbass 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

We kept it live around this motherfucker (First Family, oh!)

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

Fo' shizzle, my ****, learned to grip pistols in BK

Woo!

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 neighbors, "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 **** 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

****, 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, ****!

Do you believe it?

Oh, no! Oh, no!

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

Do you believe it?

No, oh, no!

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

Do you believe it?