So all my time just gone All these years Yeah dem waste it No matter if mi rob every watch inna the fucking jewelery store Den mi cyaa get back the time Tell the window mi feel the pain Fuck the gyal, the gyal go breed, Then mi say fam-bily mi need Cumulus clouds, the king fi reign Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Life shoulda have a shortcut Fi mi look, inna the future Fi see, if me waah go Or me naah go, (hiss teeth) You too lie And if you lie wid flea, you rise wid dog mah warn you Wah make you never warn mi say me alone cyaa get the punany (Bitch) Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Don't insult mi IQ You convince, you self seh the lie true Then you try tell me, a two ears that fly through Why through everything, You never say you was a bitch you just a say you want wedding ring A dem ting deh me cant tek If anything, you cyaa say mi never love you (I gave you like everything) Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Warning sign in front a me From day one mi see it mi blind Me and you deh fi one year straight Before you tek off you ex-man name Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Tattoo shop never lock You tek so long fi tek it off You did a wait pon him fi come back (Pay attention) If a girl say she tek two man before she meet you, she really mean twelve man (Don't feel like a joke dawg) Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Then you tell yourself Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up (Then you get caught up) Buh you don't know someone till you know someone Likkle of something better than most of none Then you get caught up Then you get caught up

Turn my music high, high, high, higher You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'— Sure I do I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and Bullets'll follow 'em and There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone 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 hoppin' out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'— Sure I do I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin' at the forty million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R-O-C You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'— That's where you're wrong I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back Could make 40 off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin' Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them, hah I smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart black boy Mama ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green Earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker I will not lose You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'— Put somethin' on it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale 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, dick face Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay I— hahahaha You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'— Will not lose, ever Fucker