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Somebody's pulling me closer to the ground
I ain't panicked, I been here before Seems like only yesterday when I got up on that stage In front of that crowd And showed them who was who, and what was what Man look at these suckers I ain't no rapper, I'm a hustler It just so happens that I know how to rap Okay, I'm reloaded! I did it again niggaz Fucked up, right? I know I know what y'all niggaz asking yourself Is he gonna ever fall off? No... ...A lot of speculation On the monies I've made, honeys I've slayed How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid? Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct Is it true he slay the beef and slept with a tech? What's the position you hold? Can you really match A triple platinum artist buck by buck by only a single goin gold? Roc-A-Fella ship fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for an O For the millionth time askin me Questions like Wendy Williams, harrassin me Then get upset when I catch feelings Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave While I'm looking at my Rol' ice spinnin on my sleeve Uh, nice watch, do you really have a spot? Like you said in Friend or Foe and if so, what block? What you doin in L.A., with phillipinos and ese's Latinos and Cheve's, down by Pico withh Frederico I answer all your questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is how bad you want to know? BLAOW! Roc-A-Fella y'all, uhh, uh Know my style Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more Til I'm no more, 'cause I'm so raw My flow expose holes that they find in yours Wasn't for me, niggaz still be dying for whores But I hate when a nigga sit back, admirin yours Young blood you better get that, we frying baccars Niggaz don't want to be confined to riding the iron horse And don't listen to the rappers, they dying to floss I used to be O.T., applyin the force Shoot up the whole block, then the iron I toss Come back with the click playing Diana Ross I'm the boss and this is how it's gonna be Burnt the turnpike, wild miles on the V I got mouths to feed till they put flowers on me And kiss my cold cheek, chicks crying like I was Cochise Tombstone read 'He Was Holdin No Leaks' Started from the crack game and then so sweet Freaked it to the rap game, Jigga the old-G On MTV, telling em how I sold D And used to back work up out of apartment 4-B Me and my homie, started out coldies Picked the mailbox lock cause I ain't have no key Had the cable with the anchor when Jaz made 'Sophie' Then I went low key, but now I'm back it's on Motherfuckers Jigga, uh-huh, yeah Roc-A-Fella y'all Uhh, feel this |
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| 2. |
| 4:05 |
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[Jay-Z]
Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah Chorus: Blackstreet You belong to the city (Uh-uhh-uh, what what) You belong to the night (Uh-uhh-uh, ge-ge-geyeah) In the river of darkness He’s a man of the night Verse One: Jay-Z Uhh, yeah What the deal playboy, just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow Don’t worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame Therefore a world with amnesia won’t forget your name You held it down long enough, let me take those reigns And just like your spirit the commision remains Niggaz can cross the T’s and, dots the I’s Now that I got too popular to cop them pies I’m takin this rap shit serious, to my demise Jay shit’s like cake mix, watch me rise Basics in the basement, waste it Asking my dog for advice so when he can’t say shit my hatred is, fueled just give me a sign And I let the world know that the city is mine, what? Chorus: Blackstreet You belong to the city (The city is mine, what-what-what) You belong to the night (Ge-ge-geyeah, uh-uhh-uh, pa-pau) In the river of darkness He’s a man of the night (The city is mine, that’s right...) Verse Two: Jay-Z Y’all want to know how I flow just seek and you find I’m like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind About to redefine rap mami, either I’m the illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin it I read a article that said I was ruinin shit But every time I look, I’m movin units in quick So I’ma hit y’all, with these last two and split and leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es Soon it’s the Jigga, I ain’t mad yeah, bite my shit Sell half of what I sell because it’s not quite my shit I’m the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit on the spot, fuck comin back twice to shit How real is that? My floss game, still intact Boss game, you lame dudes can’t feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89 and drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what? Chorus: Blackstreet You belong to the city (The city is mine) You belong to the night (Yeah, uhh, the city is mine) In the river of darkness (Pa-pa, feel me) He’s a man of the night (Yeah, yeah, bounce, bounce) Verse Three: Jay-Z I snatch your girl cause your arm ain’t strong enough Plus ya don’t stay in the studio long enough I make hits while y’all stay hatin and take bricks Had it locked til I came in the club, Take 6 Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt at the bar alchoholing her up I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream A buck fifty a shot, Louis the Thirteenth Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name I ain’t a player get it right, I’m controllin the game From now until they blow holes in my frame I’ma stand firm, holdin my aim, feel me? I’m the focal, point like Biggie in his prime on the low though - shhhhh, the city is mine! Chorus w/ variations to end |
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| 3. |
| 4:53 |
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Verse One: Jay-Z
Peep the scripts Gold honey from the whips Jumped out like YO! Who the fuck you with Flash the juice 'cause that's the rule Damn I like a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes *** Natural - Can I get at you? Saw a spot on the body look nice with a tattoo With my name, but didn't want to jump the gun I Didn't Know how many niggas was humping hon I said I never seen a face like yours before And I been around some cute whores before That either me or my boys tore it up before So I'm hoping you different Let you push the 6 And give you a different life and Baby if it's right jump on it in the morning And ride it 'til the night Want to buy you real jury when it hits the light Bitches are momentarily lose they sight She said Chorus: I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like me Verse Two: Lil' Kim So want a cutie with a booty like OW! Deeper than the MOW! Airy Shine like TADOW! But I'm a real bitch so you know I do real things Only real bitches live like queens - Get it? Safety deposit in the walk-in closet Marvel Forts is for matching Rolls Royce's In the driveway from Monday to Friday I be the richest, shitting on these bitches While chickens cluck giving up the butt I blaze the cut with the daddy raw buff You can call me a slut Who gives a fuck That's fine nigga shit I'm a good with mine I can tell by your shoes you know what I want Fuck a prenup give me half up front My sex be the best so we split these costs You can stop saying mine And start saying ours Chorus: I know what girls like I know what they want They want to sex me They think I'm sexy I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like I know what they want They want to sex me They think I'm sexy I know what boys like, boys like me Verse Three: Jay-Z Got the bomb place, fireplace John Blaze Victoria Secret lingerie Ice like Don King The price was like 8 digits a long way, shit Got the beachfront view V1 too Cop you one cop me one too On the place, jetski's park by the lake No neighbors, make all the noise you want to make Invite your friends over Better make their way through The Benz's and the Rovers before they reach the door Vacate, hey wait, a week or more First class to and fro, freakin off Got the ham things lot Champaigne popped Cruise around the world 'til the damn thing stop Cop rembrandt, handle, pay the lot Can't complain, we balling, true or not? Chorus: (2x) I know what girls like I know what they want I know what girls like, girls like I know what girls like I know what they want I know what girls like, girls like me I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like I know what boys like I know what they want I know what boys like, boys like me |
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Yeah
I mean like I gotta be like the pioneer to this shit, you know I was popping that Cristal when all y'all niggaz thought it was beer and shit, you know Wearing that platinum shit when all y'all chicks thought it was silver and shit I got to be the pioneer of this shit Bottom line I'm going to show you how to do it Check it Verse One: I spit that other shit That's the nice motherfucker shit Fed time follow me around, deep cover shit nigga You beer money, I'm all year money I'm popping, you ain't got to count it, it's all there money I never change money 'cause niggas got strange money Knocked up, marked up, fucked up in the game money I got bail money, XXL money You got flash now, one time we'll reveal money I spit the hottest shit, you need it I got it shit That down South Master P, Bout It Bout It shit I got blood money, straight up thug money That brown paper bag under your mattress drug money You got show dough, little to no dough Sell a bunch of records and you still owe dough I got 900 and 96 plus 4 more dough You crazy, you full gazy, and loco with dough papo Chorus: (4x) Imaginary Players Verse Two: And now you got these young cats acting like they slung cats All in they dumb rap, talking about how they funds stack When I see them in the street, I don't see none of that Bad playboy, where the fuck is the hummer at? Where is all the ice with all the platinum under that? Those ain't rolex diamonds, what the fuck you done to that? Y'all rapping-ass niggas, y'all funny to me Selling records, being you but still you want to be me I guess for every buck you make it's like a hundred for me And still you running around thinking you got something on me But I done did it And y'all want to take my flow, and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it Original, jiggas the future flow digital Still busting a gat when she gets critical Sit it down, I don't want y'all to get it confused I rip it down, like I ain't got nothing to lose Chorus Verse Three: Groupies I leave them all fucked Niggas - all struck Your single was 99 cents, mines was 4 bucks Last year, when niggas thought it was all up But this year I've done it again, jigga! What the fuck Nigga stop whining, jigga, still shining Niggas kept complaining so I copped more diamonds Rock more Versace, ain't nothing sweet I still throw t'ree in your body, fleeing the party Y'all can't go with me, nope, flow with me Bet 50, not dollars either I brought some dough with me I flow like the 5 series, in various areas And blow holes in your weak niggas theories It's funny how one verse can fuck up the game You bought a 4.0 you better get your change Ain't no platinum in those Cartiers, switch your frame Ain't no manicures on board, then switch your plane Chorus |
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How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There’s gotta be them times you’ll be wrong. Nah Mean? How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga he never even met that he dont even know and shit? I think this rap shit is all beef Y’all dont even know every day I’m livin with stress Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest Can’t even enjoy myself at a party unless I’m on the dance floor hot ass vest You think I’m freakin’ these chicks right? I’try not to brush against they chest You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped Swear to everything when I leave this earth It’s gon’ be on both feet, never knees in the dirt You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine We’ll lose two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin’ tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn’t budge it was him or me and I ain’t trying to be hard but I’m guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me. I hate all girls with alterior motives That’s why I’m twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own Hate that I can’t roam the street without the clip and chrome Knowing one day Im’a have to flip, c’mon You know the shit don’t stop ’til the Crist don’t pop And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don’t lock I’m trapped the whole worlds against me in fact, It aint no turning back. Bring It On Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much Can I live without y’all niggas saying I floss too much? Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me You only know what you see, (Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain’t gold) You dont understand what it takes to be me (And now that I’ve arrived I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold) Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly But I know any type of success breeds envy I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny But G’s is heaven bound so how I’m gon’ receive Anything y’all pour to the ground next time throw it up And ain’t nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up Dont grieve for me my art remains like a dart from the speaker to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can’t see past the girls greed to call her wife Next time your thinking heist better be precise Cause I’m fully prepared. One of us is gon’ leave here I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo Chorus x 4 |
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| 5:02 |
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How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There’s gotta be them times you’ll be wrong. Nah Mean? How can a mother fucka go round and hate a nigga he never even met that he dont even know and shit? I think this rap shit is all beef Y’all dont even know every day I’m livin with stress Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest Can’t even enjoy myself at a party unless I’m on the dance floor hot ass vest You think I’m freakin’ these chicks right? I’try not to brush against they chest You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped Swear to everything when I leave this earth It’s gon’ be on both feet, never knees in the dirt You could try me fucka but when I squeeze it hurts, fine We’ll lose two lives, yours and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin’ tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn’t budge it was him or me and I ain’t trying to be hard but I’m guilty as charged Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars...Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me. I hate all girls with alterior motives That’s why I’m twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters Hear the hate in my voice right? I hate that you noticed Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own Hate a nigga like that faggot, get your own Hate that I can’t roam the street without the clip and chrome Knowing one day Im’a have to flip, c’mon You know the shit don’t stop ’til the Crist don’t pop And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don’t lock I’m trapped the whole worlds against me in fact, It aint no turning back. Bring It On Hate the price of fame cause it cost too much Can I live without y’all niggas saying I floss too much? Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us Steady looking for flaws through us.... Lucky Me Chorus: Karen Anderson, Jay-Z You only know what you see, You dont understand what it takes to be me You only know what you see, (Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain’t gold) You dont understand what it takes to be me (And now that I’ve arrived I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold) Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly But I know any type of success breeds envy I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny But G’s is heaven bound so how I’m gon’ receive Anything y’all pour to the ground next time throw it up And ain’t nothing changed so even in my afterlife I show it up Dont grieve for me my art remains like a dart from the speaker to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can’t see past the girls greed to call her wife Next time your thinking heist better be precise Cause I’m fully prepared. One of us is gon’ leave here I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo Chorus x 4 |
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| 4:46 |
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What, tssh, y’all, what
Jigga, uhh uhh uhh, uh-huh Pa-pa, uhh, pa-pa, uhh The G, Roc-A-Fella y’all Who be, in a Japanese restaurant, eating sushi Drinking saki, it’s me, and my mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let’s call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty, watch me, body crazy Tits Firm like Nature, Foxy, Nas and AZ Truly reason to bug the toolie and keep laced in jewelry watch me Girlie tried to lure me and lock me you gotta get up early Cause who’s gettin played is not me |
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| 4:32 |
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Uh-huh, yeah hah
Never sprung huh? Jigga, Roc-a-Fella y'all Never sprung huh? Yeah, peep the repertoire Peoples, feel me on this one Peoples, feel this Never sprung huh? Know my style I love bitches, thug bitches, shy bitches Rough bitches, don't matter you my bitches Gold diggers witcha eyes on my riches Can't Knock your Hustle for real, exotic bitches I'm game tight, see it all through the platinum french braids with the french name in the same night Pull you and your tight friend lift your little dress like light wind, hah, then I slide right in You know the whole repertoire, U.S. to the U-S-S-R Sexier than a Lexus car Match wits with the best of y'all the rest of y'all is like veg-etables in my presence, check it Reminescin to nuttin you ever heard, Iceberg Slim baby ride rims through the suburbs Funds come in lump sums never ends deferred Get money like I'm down South Wednesday the 3rd, it's on *chorus* Dough to get, more shows to rip I suggest you all roll with the click, who you wit Frozen wrists and it's flows that's sick More O's than you know exist, bitch who you wit Can't scheme on em, Roc-a-Fella got a team on em Chicks dream on him trick cream on him Lose it when dudes think it's just music Lean on em flash green on em and diamond rings on em Sex around the way girls down to meet eyes I'm somethin every girl gotta have like Levi's Ya quita, me got more, see I ball You can love me or hate me, either or I'ma stay widdit, rock the custom drop Bentleys Never eat at Denny's and party like Lil Penny can he live? Trick or main chick but if she leave just as quick, indian give, ha-hah Now what I look like? Givin a chick half my trap like she wrote half my raps, yeah, I'm havin that you be the same chick when you leave me the bankbook and the credit cards and take everything you came wit *chorus* You know the move's major, never minor cause when you a true player, they never find ya We takin trips abroad with chicks from afar Down in the grill in the Villa gettin hilla Never know em at the resort, readin to ride with us all Checkin out this new wine, inhalin the cork Million miles from the puddles the rainy days the tussles Reign in ways to hustle, so we won't get caught Had beef of all sort but I turned it around Chose my steps more wisely, I'm learnin the ground I was so gung-ho when I earned my first pound Now it's million dollar deals, straight turnin em down Roc-a-Fella make or break me, til death do us Won't be in your right mind, you ever step to us Been there, when I was in my tenth year, went there Then I realized that it didn't make sense there Backtrack, show me where the cash at, and plus frivilous beef, please, we lookin past that Y'all can gossip while we learnin the world Drop the hot shit never returnin your girl, it's on *chorus* (repeat 4X) Beyatch! Jigga, nine-seven shit, next millenia Recognize, realize, it's on Roc the block, ahh Laughin, it's on |
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| 3:34 |
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[Jay-Z talking:]
Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this... [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) [Verse 1] Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on) Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone (Fuck them bitches though digits though) Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat (All black gat with the mack out) I take shorty to the rest blow her back out sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch) (in & out like a crack house) keep it moving (Face off with the .38 scraped off) keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball know your place (so it starts when ya least expect) (the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches (piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches? (love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas) fuck them though, it's all out and have a fall out I fucked ya girl (On top now we call out fuck the world) (Face Off!) [Chorus] (This gos out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes [Verse 2] (I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right) you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight (No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch (Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin') (Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin' nigga you neva know what a chick could do (pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do (My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do) (back man stack grands) daddy like I you (Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound? women start to fall we all bat around Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round) you never seen wit it (pat 'em down) check for cream in it (These riches) got nu'hin to do wit these bitches (Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits) (Face Off!) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) [Verse 3] (Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead. Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head) (keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead) Stay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer (with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead) Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez) (Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds) (broad day like De Niro shoot all day) I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out What keep it cocked faithfully like salop with one in the drop don't get hit up (I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer) (clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up) Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up meet me in the square with one in the chamber (The Face Off nigga) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel me Fuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes ["Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background] (This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!! This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)... |
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| 5:09 |
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[Jay-Z]
Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things, check We started out makin, small time bacon Two little niggaz bakin, talkin bout whippin cakes Get clothin and big cheddar, hopin it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your buildin clockin, thought I was makin a killin Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin the fiends I used to look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York I'm hollerin Lifetimes, he hollerin Life's Too $hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls You know how the game goes, slang to get G's and speak in Chinese everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin with my sick squad from Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] So now you own a record label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways so I can get paid, everday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets I know you think I'm sellin keys but I only sell beats Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner get a radio and play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin niggaz It's just like in the streets main, how much you get? [Jay-Z] On the road to riches, and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things [Too $hort] That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes I started off with nothing ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy [Jay-Z] Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go If you want it, keep ballin, and if you jealous stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Hangin with the honies is the song I sing Real niggaz do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggaz do real things Bustin my toast off the roof drinkin 90 proof til spring Real niggaz do real things And I'm out [Too short] Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house [Jay-Z] Jigga [Too short] Much love [Jay-Z] $hort Dawg, get your money main [Too short] All the way from the West coast [Jay-Z] Uhh, how real is that |
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| 4:30 |
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Verse One:
I'm from where the hammer's rung, New's cameras never come You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet Faced with immeasurable odds still I GAVE straight bets So I'M FELT THE MOST UP IN IT, you nothing check I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust I don't know what the fuck they thought, those niggas is foul just like us I'm from where the beef is inevitable, Summertime's unforgetable Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new Your WORD was everything, So everything you said you'd do You did it, Couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it I from where niggas pull your CARD, and argue all day about Who's the best MC's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas Where the drugs czars evolve, and thugs always are At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's But most times find themselves locked up behind bars I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars Verse 2 I'm from the place where the chruch is the flakiest And niggas is praying to god so long that they Atheist Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale Your laughing, you know the place well Where the Liqour Store's and the base well And Government, fuck Government, niggas polotic themselves Where we call the cops the A-Team cause they hop out of vans and spray things And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize? If the shit is lies, god strike me And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me? We'll never know One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, I'LL LET EM KNOW, THE STAKES and exactly what takes place in the ghetto Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice |
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| 12. |
| 5:49 |
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Kelly Price (Jay-Z)
Talking: Throughout my life (uh huh uh huh uh) no matter what I've done.(Right) You've been merciful and your love endureth (yeah) through all things (ye yeah) For that I am eternally grateful. Verse 1 Since my date of birth bought you nothing but hurt play those video games stole change from ya purse Sat on the cold court bench 'til I was arraigned in ya skirt Saw the pain in ya face through you maintained a smirk All you did was motivate me don't let 'em hold you back What I do I turned around and I sold you crack I was a bastard for that still I'm drowning in shame Just remember one thing now you're not to blame You was newly seperated tryin' to escape ya world and through my thirst I didn't help you I just made things worse I hated me and everybody that created crack Had me thinkin' the newest kicks and the latest gat Still haven't apologized so please play this back while I try to come to terms with such a heinous act you know in more than one way cocaine numbs the brain All I did was think about how the funds once came then I ran across this memory and it stung the brain How can you ever destroy the beauty from which one came That's a savage you're the reason why me and these beats make a marriage why I rhyme above average and I ain't shit Glad you got yourself together no thanks to me Strong and beautiful the way thangs should be You must love me Chorus (K. Price) (You must love me repeats in background) Say that you love me All I know say that you must love me. Ohh yeah Verse 2 We used to fight every night but I never would suffer just smile my big brother's tryna make me tougher As we grew fussing and fighting continued as I plundered through ya stuff and snuck ya clothes to school Got intense real intense as we got older Never believed it would lead to be popped in one of ya shoulda With my rings knew you had it 'cause you took too long as Mickey, Andy, and the girl that bought it looked on Huffin' and puffin' gun in my hand told you step outside Hoping you said no but you hurt my pride made our way down the steps maybe you thought it was just a threat or maybe ya life was just that crazy and you was beggin' for death try to justify this in my young mind but ya drillin' it and my ego hurt combined drove me berzerk Saw the devil in your eyes high off more than weed confused I just closed my young eyes and squeezed What a sound opened my eyes just in time to see ya stumbling to the ground Damn what the fuck I done now runnin' around in a circle thinking I'm assed out hot gun burnin' my waist ran straight to Jazz' house Like a stranger damn I just shot my nigga and ran off into the night as if it was not my nigga Left the scene how could I go out that way Still you asked to see me in the hospital ya next day You must love me. Chorus (You must love me repeats in background) What after all the wrong I've done I know you must Verse 3 (Starts over last line of chorus) Everything in my power and within my frame to protect you from this life and keep you away from the game But you was one of the few people that I can trust and the fact of the matter I slang these pies for us You put the pressure on me dearly rarely would you let it go Was a thousand and one times I had to tell you no When it was one of those days when nobody was around and I needed emergency trip out of town Searched my mental rolodex for all the numbers I know As you stared in my face asking me could you go I'm agreed said sender everything'll go smooth just tell her what to do and everything'll go through Strapped her body with them thangs as you boarded the plane Couldn't explain these strange feelings that I caught and the pain I'm thinkin' why would I send you when I knew it ain't right I'm thinkin' what would make you sacrifice ya life You must love me Chorus (You must love me repeats in background) After everything that I've done wrong I know inside you must love me I know that you love me You showed me I know it I know Say that you love me say that you love me I know you must love me Oh yes you do Inside I know it you've always shown it you love me yea yeah Oh yeah I know that you love me |
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| 4:50 |
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[Jay-Z]
I keep it fresher than the next bitch no need..for you to ever sweat the next bitch ..with speed, I make the best bitch see the exit..indeed, you gotta know your thoroughly respected by me, you get the keys to the Lexus, with no driver you gotcha own '96 suh-in..the ride and keep your ass tighter than Versace thats why you gotta watch your friends you got to watch me they conniving shit the first chance to crack the bank they try me, all they get is 50 cent franks and papayas, from the village to the tele time to kill it on your belly no question I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence they say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot mmet your death in less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... Chorus: Aint no nigga like the one I got no one can fuck you betta sleeps around but he gives me alot keeps you in diamonds and leathers friends 'ill tell me I should leave you alone hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah ha tell the freaks to find a man of there own (man a they own, man a they own) [Jay-Z] Fresh to def in Moschino, coach bag lookin half black and filipino fakin no jacks got you a beeper to feel important surrouding your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan I keep ya dove but love you know these ho's be makin me weak yall knows how it goes 'b and so I creep Ive been sinnin since you been playin wit Barbie and Ken in you can't change a players game in the 9th inning the chrome rim spinning keeps em grinnin so I run way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I never slip, nigga what you dont see is whatcha get weapons concealed what the fuck yall feel when you nigga play sick we can all get ill -whats the deal- Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, aint no stoppin this, no lie promise to stay monogamous, I try but love you know these ho's be makin me weak Y'all knows how it goes B so I stay deep [Foxy Brown] What up boo just keep me laced in the illa snakes bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin this bitch, wifee nigga so when you flip that coke remember them days you was dead broke but now your style and I raised you basically made you into a don flippin weight..heroin and shit you know my pussy is all that thats why I get bagets 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell I'm ringin bells so who the playa, I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin on how I fuck the best a shit specially when Im flippin Baileys dont give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push da Z, eating shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin in Armani sweaters before this rap shit when you was in letters and bullshit berattas and eek classes with mo in the glasses shows in Cali wit all the flavor suede Bally's now all your mens' up in your benz's high post, I swear you be killin me playin inside my pubic hairs I never worry bout them other chicks cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin that bitch I took a little when you was up north your comisary stay pilin how you livin large on the island all them collects have me vex but when you come home knew I was comin off wit half of dem checks now we on the rise your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes holdin this grip cocked the green and the shit Fucks no, I see half the dough Made you into a star, pushin hundred thousand dollar cars Chorus |
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| 4:37 |
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[Pain In Da Ass]
[*gunshots*] OKAY, I'M RELOADED!!! You motherfuckers, think you big time? Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time! Here come the "Pain"! [*gunshots*] [Jay-Z] Jigga... (Jigga), Bigga... (Bigga) Nigga, how you figure... (how you figure) Yeah, yeah, yeah, aiyyo Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us (uh-huh) The number one question is can the Feds get us (uh-huh) I got vendettas in dice games against ass betters (uh-huh) and niggaz who pump wheels and drive Jettas Take that witcha.. [Notorious B.I.G.] .. hit ya, back split ya Fuck fist fights and lame scuffles Pillow case to your face, make the shell muffle Shoot your daughter in the calf muscle Fuck a tussle, nickel-plated Sprinkle coke on the floor, make it drug related Most hate it.. [Jay-Z] .. can't fade it While y'all pump Willie, I run up in stunts silly Scared, so you sent your little mans to come kill me But on the contrilli, I packs the mack-milli Squeezed off on him, left them paramedics breathin soft on him What's ya name? [Notorious B.I.G.] .. Who shot ya? Mob ties like Sinatra Peruvians tried to do me in, I ain't paid them yet Tryin to push 700's, they ain't made them yet Rolex and bracelets is frostbit; rings too Niggaz 'round the way call me Igloo Stix (Who?) Motherfucker! [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin out for all Marcy - that's right - you don't stop Bed-Stuy.. you won't stop, nigga! [Jay-Z] What, what, what? Jay-Z, Big' Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers Brooklyn represent y'all, hit you fold You crazy, think your little bit of rhymes can play me? I'm from Marcy, I'm varsity, chump, you're JV (Jigga) Jay-Z [Notorious B.I.G.] .. and Bigga baby! My Bed-Stuy flow's malicious, delicious Fuck three wishes, made my road to riches from 62's, gem stars, my moms dishes Gram choppin, police van dockin D's at my doors knockin [Jay-Z] What? Keep rockin No more, Mister, Nice Guy, I twist your shit the fuck back with them pistols, blazin Hot like cajun Hotter than even holdin work at the Days Inn with New York plates outside Get up outta there, fuck your ride [Notorious B.I.G.] Keep your hands high, shit gets steeper Here comes the Grim Reaper, Frank Wright Leave the keys to your In-tegra (That's right) Chill homie, the bitch in the Shoney's told me You're holdin more drugs than a pharmacy, you ain't harmin me So pardon me, pass the safe, before I blaze the place and here's six shots just in case (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Crown Heights...) You don't stop (Brownsville...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Hah hah! Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where we from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Bushwick...) You don't stop (Fort Greene...) You won't stop, niggaz! [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah For nine six, the only MC with a flu Yeah I rhyme sick, I be what you're tryin to do Made a fortune off Peru, extradite, china white heron Nigga please, like short sleeves I bear arms Stay out my way from here on (CLEAR?) Gone! [Notoriuos B.I.G.] Me and Gutter had two spots The two for five dollar hits, the blue tops Gotta go, Coolio mean it's gettin "Too Hot" If Fay' had twins, she'd probably have two-Pac's Get it? .. Tu-pac's [Jay-Z] Time to separate the pros from the cons The platinum from the bronze That butter soft shit from that leather on the Fonz A S1 diamond from a eye class don A Cham' Dom' sipper from a Rosay nigga, huh?! Brook-Nam, sippin on [Notorious B.I.G.] Cristal forever, play the crib when it's mink weather The M.A.F.I.A. keep canons in they Marc Buchanans Usually cuatro cinco, the shell sink slow, tossin ya Mad slugs through your Nautica, I'm warnin ya (Hah, what the fuck?) [Chorus] Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (Flatbush...) You don't stop (Redhook...) You won't stop, nigga! (Brooklyn... Brooklyn... Brooklyn...) Jay-Z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit ya drawers (Where you from?) Brooklyn goin out to all (East New York...) You don't stop (Clinton Hill...) You won't stop, nigga! {*"Is Brooklyn in the house?"*} [Outro] Uhh, Roc-A-Fella, y'all, Junior M.A.F.I.A. Superbad click, Brook-lyn's Finest, you re-wind this Represetin BK to the fullest |
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verse I
I'm makin sure it turns gold, when the weather folds, just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold, chilly with enough bail money to free a big willy, hi-stakes, I got more at stake than philly, shopping sprees, coppin 3, deuce fever I.S'n, fully loaded, aahh yes, bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like budah, 50 g's to the crap shooter, niggas cant fade me, chrome stocks beamin, through my peripheral, I see you schemin, stop dreamin, I'll leave ya body steamin, niggas is fiendin, whats the meanin?, I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine'n, my cup's runneth, over with hundreds, I'm one of the best niggas that done it, 6 digits and runnin, y'all niggas dont want it, I got the godfather flow, the don juan demarco, swear to god dont get if fucked up chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle, who do you think you are?, wel baby one day youll be a star verse II last seen outta state, where I dropped my slang, I'm deep in the south, kickin up top game, bouncin on the highways, switchin 4 lanes, screaming though the sunroof money aint a thing, your worst fear confirmed, me and my fam roll tight like the firm, gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn, why play when fire burns?, we get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire, we do dirt like worms, produce g's like sperm, till legs spread like germs, I get extensive hoes, with expensive clothes, and I sip fine wines, and spit vintage flows, what y'all dont know? cuz ya cant knock the hustle chorus (Mary J. Blige) runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), (Jay-Z) cuz you cant knock the hustle I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real verse III y'all niggas lunchin, punchin the clock, my function, is to make much and lay back munchin, sippin remy on the rocks, my crew, somethin to watch, nothin to stop, un-stoppable, scheme on the ice, I gotta hide ya crew, I gotta, let you niggas know the time like movado, my motto, stack rocks like colorado, while I order champagne, kristals by the bottle, its a damn shame, what ya not though, me, slick like a gato (cat), fuckin jay-z, my pops knew exactly what he did when he made me, he tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what!, straight bananas, can a nigga, see me, got the U.S Open, advantage jigga, serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a canvas, le tigre, son youre too eager, you aint havin it?, good, me either, lets, get together and make this whole world believers huh, at my arraignment, screamin, all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even, leavin, as long as I'm breathin, cant knock the way a nigga eatin, fuck you even, (fuck you) chorus (Mary J. Blige) takin out this time, to give you a piece of my mind, who do you think you are?, well baby one day youll be a star runnin till the late day, I'm the one whos crazy, cuz thats the way youre makin me be, (the way you make me feel), I'm just tryin to get mine, I dont have the time, to knock the hustle for real |
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