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Verse 1
Am
Turn my music high,
Em
high, high, higher
Dm
You don't know what you're
doin'— doin'— doin'—
Sure I do
Verse 2
Dm
I'm from the streets where the hood could
Am
Dm
Am
swallow 'em and
Bullets'll follow 'em and
There's so much coke that
G
Am
you could run the slalom
And cops comb the shit top to bottom
G
Am
C
Am
They say that we are prone to violence,
G
Am
G
but it's home sweet home
Am
Where personalities clash
and chrome meets chrome
The coke prices up and down
G
Am
like it's Wall Street, holmes
G
Am
But this is worse than the Dow Jones,
C
your brains are now blown
Am
All over that brown Brougham,
G
Am
one slip, you are now gone
Welcome to Hell,
where you are welcome to sell
C
Am
But when them shells come,
G
you better return 'em
Am
G
Am
All scars, we earn 'em
G
All cars, we learn 'em like
Am
C
Am
the back of our hand
We watch for cops hoppin'
G
Am
out the back of vans
G
Am
Wear a G on my chest,
C
I don't need Dapper Dan
Am
This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes,
G
Am
G
holmes is about it
Am
Was clappin' them flamers before
G
Am
C
I became famous
Verse 3
y'all shall forever remain nameless
You don't know what you're
doin'— doin'— doin'—
Verse 4
Am
I tell you the difference between
G
Am
G
me and them
Am
They tryin' to get they ones,
I'm tryin' to get them M's
One million, two million,
G
Am
G
three million, four
Dm
Am
In just five years, forty million more
You are now lookin' at
G
Am
G
the forty million boy
Am
I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm
C
the hundred million man
Verse 5
Dm
You don't know what you're
doin'— doin'— doin'—
Verse 6
That's where you're wrong
Am
I came into this motherfucker
G
Am
G
hundred grand strong
Am
Nine to be exact,
G
Am
C
from grindin' G- packs
Am
Put this shit in motion,
G
Am
ain't no rewindin' me back
G
Am
Could make 40 off a brick,
but one rhyme could beat that
C
Am
And if somebody woulda told 'em that
G
Am
G
Hov' would sell clothin'
Am
Not in this lifetime,
G
Am
C
wasn't in my right mind
Am
That's another difference that's
G
Am
G
between me and them, hah
Dm
Am
open the market up
One million, two million, three million, four
In eighteen months, eighty million more
Now add that number up with
G
Am
the one I said before
G
Am
You are now lookin' at
Am
Mama ain't raised no fool
G
Am
Put me anywhere on God's green
G
Am
C
Em
Earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker
Verse 7
Dm
You don't know what you're
doin'— doin'— doin'—
Put somethin' on it
Verse 8
Am
I sell ice in the winter,
G
Am
G
I sell fire in Hell
Am
I am a hustler, baby,
G
Am
I'll sell water to a whale
C
Am
I was born to get cake,
G
Am
G
Am
move on and switch states
Cop the coupe with the roof
gone and switch plates
Was born to dictate,
G
Am
G
Am
never follow orders, dick face
G
Get your shit straight, fucker,
Am
C
Em
this is Big Jay
Verse 9
Em
I— hahahaha You don't
doin'— doin'— doin'—
Am
Dm
Will not lose, ever
Am
Fucker
Outro 1
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