Turn my music high, high, high, higher      (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)   Sure I do      I'm from the streets where the   Hood could swallow a man, bullets will follow a man   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 crash and chrome meets chrome   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   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 van   Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn   This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it   Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous   For playin' me y'all shall forever remain nameless      (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)   I am Hov'   Sure I do      I tell you the difference between me and them   They tryin' to get they one's, 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   ROC      (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)   That's where you're wrong      I came into this motherfucker, a 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      Heh, I smartened 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   Momma ain't raised no fool   Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth   Mother fucker      I will not lose   (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)   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 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, fucka this is Big Jay      (You don't know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing)   Will not lose, ever   Fucka      Oh no   Do you believe it?