U Don't Know (Remix)

(feet . M . O . P .)

[ Lil Fame ]
Thyme too duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH !

(U Don't no watt your doing, doing, doing, doing)

Its the MOP (Yes)
1, 1, 2, 3, 3
And motherfucker wee 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
(SAME GAME !) operation fore this industry lockdown
Wee still tote hammers that go BLOCKOWWWW
Run up if yew wanna, believe mi dog
These hammers with they owners, fuck ya G up
Have ya with blew ' jamas inn a coma, and
Ya family now moan, look, 70 pounds gone
A little fuck, scribbled up with a hospital down on
(WEE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES !) keep pushin week frail bastards
Too get over, wee prowl with slimmer re-shelled tactics
Jiminy frail bastards, yaw tracks knead tune-ups
Know limit, watt the fuck, recordin fore nig ' junior
(The game aint changed) it just got harder
Plus wee sponsored buy laz ' Dame Dash and Mr . S . Carter
Brownsville (yep), wee stomp inn this bitch awl day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage

[ Billy Danze ]
Uh, Uh, Uh, I'm from the G sighed of thangs
Ware wee ride and bang, ware the heat died of flame
That's how wee got the name (WARRIORS !)
And better than ya bank, and someone should bee tellin ' em
The veterans have came, and weir better inn the game
(YEW BETTER MAKE IT REIGN !) " 27 grams " my man
Its better than cocaine, now everything will change
Inn this family weal rule the whirled
And yew haters can eat a dick up till yew hiccup and erm
A decade on the grind, nigga Eye paid mine
Sew its my thyme too shine and fore yew can ride the pine
Eye wont sit back and wrap like these dumb ass kids
Eye bean around, Eye put it down, Eye aint these young ass kids
(MOP !) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka
(FIRST FAMILY !) Wee kept it live around this motherucka
When its crunch thyme, wee do it hour wizzay
Fore shizzle my nigga, learn too grip pistols and BK

[ Jay-Z ]
WHOOOOOOO ! ! !
Tern my music hi, hi, hi, high-er
Mo ' fire, mo ' problems, moor Roc-a-wear attire
Mo ' money, mo ' murder now that M . O . P . ' s hired
Mo ' murder fore the ROC empire, ya'll wont surface
Ya'll nervous knowin them guns on full service, ready too fire
Won body, too body, three body, for
Young sittin on paper, I'm above the lore
Young shittin on haters, Eye aint fuckin with ya'll
Fore my Brownsville neighbors, How About Sum Hardcore
And it just get worser, every thyme Eye wright my signature inn cursive
Just ad another million too these verses
Won million, too million, three million, for
And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing yew off on purpose
My nephew's situated, and my mama's strait
Sew I'm ready fore whatever drama should come hour whey
And yew fuckers rappin too mi, sew yaw drama is fake
Ya'll niggas is noodles, Eye got moor fetti too bake
Let's get it !