They Don't Know
Memphis Bleek feat. Denim Lyrics

Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
I want my music to be louder and more intense.

I'm from the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man
I come from a dangerous neighborhood where violence is common and can happen at any time.

There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom
There is a lot of drug use and law enforcement is actively trying to find and stop it.

They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome
People say that our neighborhood is violent, but it's still our home where people's personalities clash and we show off our cars.

The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown
Drug prices go up and down like the stock market, but the consequences are more severe – your life can be ruined.

All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone
A single mistake can lead to your death.

Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hopping out the back of van
Our neighborhood is like hell, but people still sell drugs there. When violence breaks out, you better return fire. We've all earned our scars, and we're used to looking out for cops trying to catch us.

Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it
I wear a shirt with a G on it to represent my gang, and I don't need fancy clothes. It's not about what you wear, it's about who you are.

Was clapping them flamers before I became famous For playing me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov'
I used to carry guns and shoot them before I became famous. Those who doubted me before won't get recognition for it. I am Jay-Z.

Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's
I can tell you what sets me apart from other rappers – they're trying to make a million, but I'm trying to make a hundred million.

One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty million boy I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C.
I've made a lot of money over the years, and in just five years, I made forty million more. I am worth forty million dollars. I'll keep rapping for Def Jam Records until I'm worth a hundred million. Roc-A-Fella Records.

I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that
I started with one hundred thousand dollars, nine of which I earned selling drugs. I'm not looking back, and I know that one good song can make me more money than selling drugs ever could.

And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up
If someone had told me I'd be selling clothes, I would have thought they were crazy. But now I realize that's another thing that sets me apart – I'm willing to take risks and expand my market.

In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now looking at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool
In just a year and a half, I made eighty million more dollars. Add that to what I already made, and you can see I'm a smart businessman. My mother raised me right.

Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not, lose
I'm confident in my ability to make money, no matter where I am. And I won't let anything stop me.

I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
I'm an expert at selling things, and can sell ice in the winter and fire in hell. I'm a born hustler, and I'll always be looking to make more money by moving to new places and changing up my style. I'm a leader, not a follower, and I won't tolerate anyone who doesn't understand that.

Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!
I won't let anyone or anything come between me and success – I will never lose.