u don't know (remix)

Lyrics

i'm not trying to be nosey babe oh no, i'm not trying to give you no advice, i don't plan to be no philosopher, but i still know this is the life baby baby, 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, time to duck, fire, duck, fire, duck, fire, duck, fire, duck, fiyaaaaaaahhh!, it's the mop, in a zip-code that's, 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, and motherfucker 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, operation for this industry lockdown, we still tote hammers that go blockowwww, run up if you wanna, believe me dog, these hammers with they owners, fuck ya g up, have ya with blue 'jamas in a coma, and, ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone, a little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on, 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 fuck, recordin for nig' junior, it just got harder, plus we sponsored by laz' dame dash and mr. s. carter, brownsville, we stomp in this bitch all day, rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage, 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, and better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em, the veterans have came, and we're better in the game, "27 grams" my man, it's better than cocaine, now everything will change, in this family we'll rule the world, and you haters can eat a dick up till you hiccup and erm, a decade on the grind, nigga i paid mine, so it's my time to shine and for you can ride the pine, i wont sit back and rap like these dumb ass kids, i been around, i put it down, i ain't these young ass kids, the og's repped and survived around this motherfucka, we kept it live around this motherucka, when it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay, for shizzle my nigga, learn to grip pistols and bk, whooooooo!, turn my music high, high, high, high-er, mo' fire, mo' problems, more roc-a-wear attire, mo' money, mo' murder now that m.o.p.'s hired, mo' murder for the roc empire, ya'll wont 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 shittin on haters, i ain't fuckin with ya'll, for my brownsville neighbors, how about some hardcore?, and it just get worser, every time i write 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 fuckers rappin to me, so your drama is fake, ya'll niggas is noodles, i got more fetti to bake, let's get it!