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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD If you like me you readin the credits right now If you in your car, I don't care if it's winter I want you to put all your windows down Zone out, buckle up, let's go Hello it's Hova; that's right young'un the wait is over The new millineum is upon us, the album is here Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear Rappers with no relation: there's "Seven Degrees of Seperation" and I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderer's version Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person Hova the God, I should be rappin with turban Haters can't disturb him, waiters can't serve him Mike Jordan of rap - outside J workin Now watch how quickly I drop 50 I don't like playin, niggaz can't stick me Niggaz can not jam me, niggaz can't get me Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey Do you believe? It's Hova the God [Pain In Da Ass] Makes you think about the people in your life Then I think about BIG; what'd he say if he was here He'd say, "Jay, what's it about? What's life about? If you don't go through as a man's a man" He'd say, "Suck it up, take the fall, do the time that's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are" How many years you been around this thing of ours? Commision, 125 years What's it about? It's about rules, parameters You take the beatin for the friend you don't lay down you don't betray who you are, what you are You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory They don't roar, they don't rap You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them You was born to be somethin I wasn't even supposed to be.. humble Okaay so you humble me now, what you got? You got a war, you got global war You got a worldwide crime syndicate now There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings There's no feelings for this game So.. five ten years from now You're gonna wish there was American Commision Five ten years from now... They're gonna miss Jay-Z Oahhhkayyyyy, I'm reloaded!!!!! |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Back at'cha How we do Primo, Jigga-Man History in the making Let's go Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh I spit the murder-murder-murderous Mur-mur-ma-murderous SHIT Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-UHH I keep the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, feel me? Uhh I spit that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh Uh-huh-UHH Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin like me Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your dresses B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin My whole crew up in this muh'fucker We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine You'll be wearing a black suit a long time I put your crew in hard bottoms The priest is like, "God's got him He never did nuttin to nobody but them boys shot him" Brandish iron, outlandish buyin Bentley Coupes, not braggin just simply the truth We all from the ghetto, only difference, we go back Back up in D&D on this Primo track, listen Chorus: Jay-Z {scratching by DJ Premier} I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "Iceberg, Slim baby ride rims" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "You know him well.." "..by the name of Jigga" I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me "You can love me or hate me.." "..Jay-Z" I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love with me "Roc-a-Fella lock the whole block down" [Jay-Z] Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday night I'm fuckin with the model chicks Friday night at Life So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy broad She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the doo-rag off" Hit a U-turn; ma I'm droppin you back off Front of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?" Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend bitch Won't change for no paper plus I been rich Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been crushin em Women been fuckin them HUH? You see I live for the love of the street Rap to the ruggedest beats Hall closet cluttered with heat I spit that murder-murder-murder that Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit Furthermore ma.. We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House lawn Guess I'm just the same old Shawn Chorus [Jay-Z] I'm from the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y So it's hard for me to let the larceny die Niggaz see me in the streets with no bodyguards just two big guns that'll body your squad Could niggaz be scheamin on me? Probably are Think Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har I spit Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust Radio's gotta play me though I cuss too much Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to swim Still they put me on they cover cause I earn for them Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a verbalist iller than Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace" I'm ill, start to finish, I rip apart contenders I'm hot.. hehehehe.. Chorus [Jay-Z] I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh I'm so gutter, ghetto girls .. Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh), yeah Uhh, yeah, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch, yeah Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz, yeah Brooklyn, yeah |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh)
Throw the hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hos) Throw the hands up (Posta's) Throw the hands up (MAC) [Beanie Sigel] You know how Mac come through on the club tip Everybody real deep on that thug shit Cop Cris' spray the club on that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come through You can try if you want to, you can die if you want to We hittin whores on the floor, whole crew be wild Bitch "Back That Azz Up" like Juvenile (huh) When my peeps come through to spend a dime apiece You know Mac come through with a line of freaks Every bitch on the hit be a 9 at least We getting head on the floor, while you grinding freaks Whole squad get it down like this Whole squad buying rounds of Cris Whole squad got they crowns on wrist Whole squad got a pound of twist Whole squad got a pound to spit In case a clown wanna flip Mac never slip in a club, told y'all niggas 4/5th in a club If a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club, shit you know how I be All high in VIP, rolling up to B.I.G. (Baby) Niggaz be all liquored up talkin shit Till' they man gotta come pick them up Got bitches in the back bouncin to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up Throw the hands up (uh, uh, uh, Everybody get it up) Throw the hands up [Jay-Z](Amil) 12 AM on the way to the club (uh) 1 AM DJ made it erupt (uh-huh) 2 AM now I'm gettin with her (what up?) 3 AM now I'm splittin with her (splitting with who?) 4 AM at the waffle house (waffle house) 5 AM now we at my house (uh) 6 AM I be diggin her out (who?) 6:15 I be kickin her out (what?) 7 AM I'ma call my friends (uh-huh) 12AM we gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again (We gonna do it again) [Jay-Z] By the way yo Yo, how the fuck you gonna talk about MC's on our hill When we just cop them things homey the chromy wheels Both arms are chunky the sleeves on chill Any given times 100 G's in your grill Don't talk to me bout MC's got skillz He's alright but he's not real Jay-Z's that deal with seeds in a field Never fear for war, hug, squeeze that steel Fuck, you gotta a flow that's cool with me You gotta lil' dough that cool with me You gotta little cars little jewelries But none of y'all motherfuckers could fool with me You know the wrist frost bit minus two degrees Bout as blue as the sea the way I manuever the V Hat cocked can't see his eyes, who could it be? With that new blue Yankee on, who but me? Niggaz shift two million, then I blew the three Then I skated the four, before I went on tour I came back and it's plain Y'all niggaz ain't rappin the same Fuck the flow y'all jackin our slang I seen the same shit happen to Kane Three cuts in your eyebrow tryin to wild out The game is ours will never foul out Y'all just better hope we gracefully bow out Throw your hands up Niggaz, Bitches, Bustas, Hustlers FUCK THAT (Throw the hands up) [Amil](Jay-Z) 12 AM on the way to the club (uh huh) 1 AM bout to shake the butt (uh) 2 AM now I'm checkin the mix (ah yeah) 3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on) 4 AM exit the club (let's go) 5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right) 6 AM nigga still ain't bust (what) 6:15 nigga will get up (uh) 7 AM gotta tell my friends (ah huh) 12 AM I'ma do it again, uh, uh I'ma Do it again 12 AM we gonna do it again (Uh, uh Let's go) [Jay-Z] 12 AM on the way to the club 1 AM DJ made it a rub 2 AM now I'm gettin with her 3 AM now I'm splittin with her 4 AM at the waffle house 5 AM now we at my house 6 AM I be diggin her out 6:15 I be kickin her out 7 AM I'ma call my friends 12 AM We gonna do it again, we gon, we gon, we gonna do it again Let's go |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[MTV] Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse [Jay] This is {bullshit} y'all [MTV] in New York City for the first day in the trial of [Jay] I'm gone {*car speeds off*} [MTV] the State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z [Jay] Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh [MTV] Whatever the verdict in this trial may be the effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide [Jay-Z] Aiyyo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice or witness to me killin the track Testify 'til me spillin the smack Now they got me for traffickin, racketeerin, audio crack {Hook:} They call me Dope Man, Dope Man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin the bench with intent to bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin cut I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: "Reasonable Doubt" They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out [MTV] You can feel the tension building here as an unprecedented number of people have turned out for what may be the "Trial of the Century" {Hook} [Jay-Z] How come, you label your brand of dope "Volume 1" and spread it through the slums? Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around and release a lethal dosage called "Volume 2" And is true you operate the criminal enterprise known as Roc-a-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise? And do you deny you're responsible for the demise of record execs, and do you object? Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder, Inc. That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link [MTV] The State is seeking the maximum penalty and with the overwhelming amount of evidence the D.A.'s presented, things aren't looking good {Hook} [MTV] Despite the grim outlook at this point the rapper has been known to emerge triumphant in the face of adversity {Hook} [MTV] Jay-Z is taking the stand [Jay-Z] Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin, goin backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time [MTV] While the jury is inside deliberating outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation {Hook} [MTV] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY! It is complete pandemonium out here! {Hook; Serena keeps speaking} People are cheering and hugging - there he is Jay-Z is exiting the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surrounding him {*pop bulbs flashing*} and people are just rushing up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! {*sounds of cameras keep flashing*, *music fades*} |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
You know the flow sicka, know Jigga, mo' sicka now right You know what me and Swizz's shit sound like Crazed and demonic, uh without blazin chronic Product of Reaganomics You know that motherfuckin stoop raised me Ringin in da hoops but I was too lazy School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z Let me explain this to you baby I spent nights out, days in Niggaz was blazing, twelve noon where I was raised in I felt caged in but kept roaming Prayed for the Day of Atonement Married to the streets no date of annulment It seems every time it comes up They postpone it So I kept my chrome at the waist Waiting for the omen Savoring the moment and now you know The reason that I flow the way I flow baby [Mariah](Jay-Z) It's the things that you do (Uh, inhale, exhale, breathe on it) That make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explains I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake, bounce, shake) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Uh, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Drop, bounce, yo) [Jay-Z] You know I move like an ounce Bottled up like crack That's how I make you bounce like that Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that That's why no other rapper got a sound like that Trap, trap of my life Flashback, kill niggaz Rap skills unmatched, Jigga man baby I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it God given, gifts of a soul for hard living Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom Could've been lost in the system Instead I'm involved with the rhythm I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions I know I must be part of some mission Shit I used take it for granted Why they placed me on this planet I would ask myself while writin raps to myself But right there under my nose Was the flow of all flows Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on [Mariah](Jay-Z) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Inhale, exhale, breathe on it MC) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake, shake it, uh) It's the things that you do That make me feel so.. (Exhale, uh) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Lights out nigga) [Jay-Z] You know I've traveled through zones Homes spazzed like a bad back I came into this game on Jaz's back I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that Yeah I'm here to show and prove Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin on Clue Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy Dusty or musty, sober or saucy Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty? Past on to the next life and you still haunt me I'mma keep doing me unfortunately I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do [Mariah](Jay-Z) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh, exhale, inhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh-huh, inhale, exhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake ladies) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. (Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do (Lights out niggas) It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so.. And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug look at what you make the clubs do |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
Can't stop it nigga, uh
Mm-hmm, uh-huh, can't stop that Timbaland uh-huh.. Jigga Man uh-huh Yeah.. Brook, Brook-Brooklyn huh? That's right Put your motherfuckin hands together, uh-huh Put your motherfuckin hands together Yo, can't stop it Yo.. Yo show closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hovah Place shutter down, who the fuck'll fuck around? Game spitter, Range sitter, Bentley driver nigga Keep a full clip I have to empty out on niggaz Hoe bagger, no slacker, get this shit jumpin like eight blacks, fo' crackers, get yo' ass jumped Crist' sipper, six dipper, wrist glitter nigga Gat buster, ass toucher.. clit licker Go against Jigga yo' ass is dense I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cents? Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out Hovah's like Noah keep two in the truck I'm like U-Haul; every bitch move when I fuck You move slut, I gotta put two in your butt I'm everything: the when's, why's, who's, and what Nigga what? Chorus: Jay-Z (repeat 2X w/ minor variations) Hell no you can't stop it, when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryin to watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop [Jay-Z] Seperate myself from the lame, no you can't see me I'm 6-0-0, you 300 C-E Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee Hits in a row like MJ; ""Hee-hee!"" Since I was waist height, late night, bustin in the clouds Runnin wild, comin home late, cussin out my mouth Niggaz said, ""Bryan leave your cousin in the house"" Everytime we play the Dozen, he's buggin out While y'all was playin yo-yo, I was sittin on low pros Dippin the po-po, gettin that dough-dough No, no I ain't stupid I take loot kid What's in the bank? Shoot it Lose it like I ain't do it You wanna play Jigga nigga what you drank fluid? Got a full tank now you wanna pull rank? I clap still, act ill, Jigga shoot thee Give you chest pains, leg sprains absolutely What? Chorus [Jay-Z] Thirty-eight revolve like the sun round the Earth Try to play hard get you found round the dirt Six shell casings found round your shirt {*cyring*} in surround sound from the hearse Jigga Man, trigger man, hit your man up Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up Kidnap grown folks get them grands up Timbaland, hot shit, get them hands up Chorus 2X |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
Yo, yo
This is for my niggaz down in Houston on candy paint All my niggaz in the Dirty South, Miami mayne All my niggaz in the A-T-L throwin dem bones All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha Spanish cats with the ki's of cocoa All the haters eat a dick they wanna see you brok-er I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya Hope you'll never be sober I'ma toast to myself I hope the Crist' get me, spiralin into a tizzy So pissy, swervin on the road dizzy May God protect my soul, angels walk with me First do the flow sickly, niggaz is so shifty The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me What the fuck? Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X) You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Crist, shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life [Jay-Z] This is for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0 All the baby mamas across the globe; aiyyo I like my women friends feminine I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem.. shit! I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed With a dough fetish - the drive to go get it I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties I got em iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy I cop them Roc-a-Wear, my mamis dedicated They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here" I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch Forget it I'm the don Chorus [Jay-Z] Wha-What? This is for my dice shooters, cats doin life By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin alright Who got em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck? Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin up Who shit is big pimpin? See the flow different I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip em I keep rappers talkin to kids, Jigga "Sixth Sense-d" em Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel Keep the flow Hovah; icy neck, cold shoulder Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra? It's "The Roc" Chorus 1.5X |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
No, no, no, nope You can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him In his pants pocket, your advance in pedium It's the undisputed champ, being For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us Competition like I said in the chorus Let me spell it out for ya Jay to tha Amil (A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh) That's how we put it down (Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now) Chip off the old block Resemble my old pops 'Cept I tote glocks and open dope spots And I shut down rap crews Smack them cats who flash tools Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels I'll tell you once This is shit you should've of knew (Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no I'mma Roc-a-fella soldier I thought I told ya Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova I stay sportin' played Jordan's before Jordan Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton Musically touching you Truthfully I abuse beats better call BCW I make my mother move So I have no problem coming around the old way Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do (Thuggin', bust techs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex) Yeah that's what's up Even when I'm asleep the gats is up Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killa with the flow Let lead fly from out the four-four, motherfuckers [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no None I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture The flame gon' spark ya Blood stain the tarp But remains they chalk ya Don't try to smooth talk us [Amil](Jay-Z) You got nothing to offer But the baby nine And make ya fine offer The chick is ill Even with four-inch heels No panties on and Patricia Fields I get down Just name the time, the place We could take it back to Vaseline on our face On a regular day we just gleam up your space Rock our own line, got our whole team laced RW with the torch on my jeans by the waist Without heat we still gon steam up the place (Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go) [Jay-Z] S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no S-dot-Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is [Amil] Nada Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is [Jay-Z] No, no, no |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
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See me comin through hair done just a slinging my shit With something Gucci on clinging to my hips Frontin with the Star Tech ringing in the whip Icy ears, neck, fingers for years Got the show wild with the toes out Shit I don't fuck with no stingy nigga I rock Prada, Chanel, and Fendi nigga What I'mma do with your little blunts and Henney nigga? I'mma Major Coin with a pretty Bentley nigga Uh my niggas will ride for me You should see all the things they buy for me Uh, it's obvious how I spend my time Around ballers all day don't have to spend a dime Callin' up room service when it's dinner time Get my tan on in the tropics in the winter time nigga, uh, uh, uh [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 Roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Beanie Siegal] Ay yo, we gon' stop this here Get this clear the general of the Roc in here Beanie Siegal hottest thing on the block this year Keep the ego we been bound to the top ya hear Forget about it you don't know me yo stop the stares I've been about it pop you then pop ya peers You know how I do six coup, top be clear You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie Y'all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know if y'all cross Mac Y'all soon to die Cuz you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh cuz y'all work hard at this shit Think about yo I just started this shit Just imagine if I put my heart in this shit Scary sight y'all niggas feel me right God damn yo I barely write But every rhyme be in check like a pair of Nikes [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Memphis Bleek] Yo, yo, well I'm gold now Memph Man Coming Of Age and I'm grown now Sittin on chrome now I'm the youngest gun, I get it on with anyone I've been in thirty beefs shit I'm barely 21 Guns I hold em like offensive linemen Bring em back to the streets like a brick on consignment Interlining of the Mark Buchanan Spark two hammers Memph Man gold marks the understanding [Jay-Z] We don't engage in war we elope Orange juice style beat niggas to a pulp We broke nigga you just told 3 jokes Me, Biggs, and Dame we get some things See the six dames me and Biggs live in the Range Mine's platinum his Champagne Niggas whisper cuz if they talk they gets slain Y'all's was looking for me on the charts the bricks came Left the same night in the morning the chicks came I just use rap to put shit in my name The death's just a matter of time the hit's been arranged Contracts signed the shits in your name Just to lame rap niggas I'm the king Motherfuck the ring mami kiss the chain I don't got game to waste on y'all I'm don't think with my dick or chase my balls I'm a hustla hit me with an eighth of raw And when I get on top I'mma blaze all y'all Keep em laced some more I know you want some things I drink a lot of water mami come clean Chicks I pump her then dump her Cars we got em bumper to bumper Rap niggas y'all days are numbered Nobody drop nothin' next summer, yeah [Amil] (Beanie Siegal) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (Cuz you know we got shit locked) Would ya love me? (If we couldn't cop the drop) Would ya hate me? (If we couldn't drop the top) I know ya love me (Cuz you know we pop 4 roc) I know ya hate me (And you know we got shit locked) [Jay-Z] Yeah R-O-C for the 2 triple O Ya heard me You are about to witness a dynasty like no other Beanie Siegal, The General Amil-lion, Diana Ross of the ROC Memph Bleek, Young god Ha, ha Jigga Man, get ya mind right niggas |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Uhh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin baby.. It's big pimpin, spendin G's Feel me.. uh-huh uhh, uh-huh.. Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah.. You know I - thug em, fuck em, love em, leave em Cause I don't fuckin need em Take em out the hood, keep em lookin good But I don't fuckin feed em First time they fuss I'm breezin Talkin bout, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word, bitch Better trust than believe em In the cut where I keep em til I need a nut, til I need to beat the guts Then it's, beep beep and I'm pickin em up Let em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread so you can be livin it up? Shit I.. parts with nothin, y'all be frontin Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin, never happen I'll be forever mackin Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience And I hate waitin.. Hoe get yo' ass in And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One: Jay-Z We doin.. big pimpin, we spendin G's Check em out now Big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Yo yo yo.. big pimpin, spendin G's We doin - big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We doin.. big pimpin up in N.Y.C. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Bun B] Nigga it's the - big Southern rap impresario Comin straight up out the black bar-rio Makes a mill' up off a sorry hoe Then sit back and peep my sce-nawr-e-oh Oops, my bad, that's my scenario No I can't fuck a scary hoe Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin - they say, "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go read a book you illiterate son of a bitch and step up yo' vocab Don't be surprised if yo' hoe stab out with me and you see us comin down on yo' slab Livin ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin I then you wait while I get yo' bitch butt-naked, just break it You gotta pay like you weigh wet wit two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track Timbaland let me spit my pro's on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin these hoes on Ain't the track that we flow's on But when shit get hot, then the glock start poppin like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man Fo' real it don't get no bigger man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin throwed on the flip Gettin blowed with the motherfuckin Jigga Man, fool Chorus Two: Bun B We be.. big pimpin, spendin G's We be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s We be.. big pimpin down in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B Cause we be.. big pimpin, spendin G's And we be.. big pimpin, on B.L.A.D.'s Cause we be.. big pimpin in P.A.T. It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B.. nigga [Pimp C] Uhh.. smokin out, throwin up, keepin lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood, in my hood we call it buck Everybody wanna ball, holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall, nigga I can't fuck witch'all If I wasn't rappin baby, I would still be ridin Mercedes Chromin shinin sippin daily, no rest until whitey pay me Uhhh, now what y'all know bout them Texas boys Comin down in candied toys, smokin weed and talkin noise Chorus Two |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me I don't love 'em I fuck 'em I don't chase 'em I duck 'em I replace 'em with another one You had to see she keep calling me BIG And my name is Jay-Z She be all on my dick Gradually I'm taking over your bitch Coming over your shit Got my feet up on you sofa, man I mean a hostess for my open hand You coming home to beer shifts and there be soda cans I got your bitch in my Rover man I never kiss her, I never hold her hand In fact I diss her I'm a bolder man I'mma pimp her, it's over man It's over man, it's over man [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch [Jay-Z] Why you home alone, while she's out with me Room 112, hotel balcony How she say Jay you can call the house for me? There's no respect at all You betta check her dawg She keep beggin' me to hit it raw So she can have my kids and say it was yours How foul is she? And you wiped her, shit I put that rubber on tighter Sent her home, when she entered home You hugged her up What the fuck is up? She got you whipped, got your kids Got your home, but that's not your bitch You share that girl, don't let 'em hear that at Earl It'll make 'em sick that his favorite chick Ain't saving it, unfaithful bitch [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them bitch [Jay-Z] Cool out homie You betta keep her away from my balling clique Keep her out of nightclubs all in the mix >From hanging out with chicks who be swallowing dicks >From catz who order Cris play the floor with the Knicks It can only lead to something unfortunate Hot boy like Jigga man scorch your bitch Play the floor dot Jigga man go first Then we all rock till we all hot You know the boy from the Roc got them whores on lock Got the bitches in the smash Making yours drive fast Do we get more cash than the average nigga? All dem hoes like damn I gotta have this nigga Cause I'mma hot black, how in the hell can you stop that You can fuck mine How the hell can you knock that? I'm just playing the cards choosenly Jigga man who ya supposed to be? [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thighs Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them bitch [Twista] Tha Jigga and Twista got 'em screaming Like a demon fiending for the semen Chrome gleaming like the dome off Keenan Gone while I'm leanin' smoking I'm whip it in the stomach Your bitch on the passenger side of me flashing your money Why you acting so funny? You know she been flirting while your working Behind the curtain knuckles jerking for certain Poppin' that pussy Sweatin' till no fluid is left When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death You gon' ruin your rep Trippin' while we pimpin' these hefers Playa lectures got me shining like a new Gator stepper Must have been mad When your ho put my stuff in the dash Bust in her ass To climax I come up with a nab The game don't stop Legit ballers bending up the block Niggas rushing, coming at us cause of status and props Sucking and fucking, loving it when I put tha dick up inside her Can't help it if she yellin' with a ridah [Missy] Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them Oh is that your bitch Why she all in his six? With her hand on his dick Keep licking her lips Is that your bitch? Why she all in his ride? With her hand on his thigh Keep looking in his eyes Oh is that your bitch? You better tell her chill While you all in his grill Don't you know that man kill? Is that your bitch? Why she paging him? Keep praising him? Cause that's Jay and them, bitch |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother I'm a crook like you, I took like you I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka.. {*bell rings*} .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come {*bell rings*} .. come and get me COME AND GET ME [Jay-Z] Don't know what y'all niggaz is tryin to do but I don't like it Yeah, straight gangster shit Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit Uhh, straight gangster nigga Roc.. Yo, your summer's bout to get hot Niggaz home from jail and they plottin Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top The Continental T, got em resentin me God I work hard, please don't envy me I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog What about all them days I was walkin my dogs? Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?" Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey.. Chorus: Jay-Z I got, shots to give come and get me nigga Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga I won't, part with this come and get me nigga I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME.. COME AND GET ME.. [Jay-Z] I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin witchu Til I made em understand why you do what you do I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you.." But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house But I got pride I'm a nigga first I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first That's how Jigga work The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse and that's the shit that hurts But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here So when y'all feel that the time is right.. Chorus [Jay-Z] Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle I'm treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna My game change but my mindframe remains the same I gotta protect what's mine Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip I made my way hustlin, I don't owe niggaz shit I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip Two in the stash, one come up when I shift I keep one under the chair where I sit I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib he'd find another gun that I hid I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. shit.. Chorus 2X |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Geyeah, NYMP the realest, uhh This is educated thug MU-SIC, niggaz Life's a battle, mean streets eat you alive Blocks'll have you, tryin to maintain your course through the potholes and gravel Hot holes and what-have-you, tryin to clock dough Foes tryin to pop shots through you by code Pigs tryin to grab you and lock up your soul Through the Hot Apple, nighttime shots crackle (bucka bucka bucka) Fiends tryin to gaffle you Not only cokeheads but the Feds in the Mercuray Topaz after you, up the avenue Tryin to give you big numbers, you got math to do Tryin to make you miss summer, shit, that ain't cool I caught smaller cases tryin to get cap or two Up against the wall, tryin to pass through Ghost-like, hear the cries from the tortured souls Most nights, I hold my toast tight, and it goes like Chorus: Jay-Z N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest Marcy.. Brooklyn.. [Jay-Z] Yo; I come through, gettin money, sittin on twenties Niggaz throwin me shade, but ain't shit sunny Hot shells only thing niggaz could get from me Cocktails thrown in your living room, KA-BOOM I'm so confrontational; they shoulda never let me go on probation yo I'm a hustler; except that.. no correctional facilities can correct that I took a step back, I viewed myself, seen where my head was at It's where that dough is homey, gotta get that Gotta get away, some try but head back Uhh, street smart niggaz got left back Some died, they left stacks Me, I ball right, and on top of that I'm dog nice Jigga been cold as fuck before ice Not before Christ, but a long fuckin time Get your mind right niggaz Chorus: Jay-Z N.Y.M.P., the realest Uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh uh-huh, uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy.. feel me.. [Jay-Z] I looked Death in the face years back I held tears back, I gathered myself and stared back I'm from where you don't crack, the weak don't live You gotta bounce back homey, the streets don't give I take and rape villages, who gon' stop him? Not Rudy Guiliani, not Hillary Rodham Still I still pop him Shit I grassy knoll and hilltop him, it's all political now I think big when I spit at you now Between my dog and the figures, the four gonna get'cha Between life and death, they killed my spirit So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball I ? myself, teacher said I was a lost cause cause I used to roam them halls Still I spit knowledge, dropped out of high school, skipped college Who woulda thought I'd make it "Big" like Ms. Wallace? Chorus: Jay-Z Uhh, yeah, N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Brooklyn, what? N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh, uh-huh-uh-UHH, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy.. Brooklyn, N.Y.M.P. the realest, feel me [Jay-Z] Educated, thug mu-sic niggaz This is Brooklyn, this is gangsta, this is project Real shit, N.Y.M.P. the realest niggaz Marcy, Brooklyn, stompin grounds Fuck with me |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game? Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and 'caine At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain First album niggaz love me cause they thought I was poor Guess I'm successful; industry don't love me no more Well I'm the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor And I come with do-rags to your so-called awards T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y'all all Retrospect ain't been the same since I lost my dad He's still alive, but still fuck you, don't cross my path A&R's had me feelin like moss in the drab So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt" Get your CD's out, let's go, song for song I'm the illest nigga doin it til y'all prove me wrong Do you believe? It's Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh.. |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 3 Life And Times Of S. Carter (1999)
[Jay-Z]
Uh huh yea, yeah Duro! You gotta let it bump Uh, uh, uh like dat yeah Come on bring the chorus in 1 - I'd risk everything For one kiss, everything Yes I'd do anything (Anything?) Anything for you I뭗 do a bid, loose a rib, bust a cap, trustin' that Run up to heaven doors, exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door, mi casa, su casa Just remember to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop, minus one shot We Neno and G-Money man, we all we got From the stoop to the big dudes, stoppin' us from playin' hoops And us gettin mad, throwin' rocks off the roof Straight thuggin' man, I thought we would never progress But look at us now man, we're young execs My nigga Dame, my nigga Biggs, my nigga Tah My nigga Ja, my nigga Gotti We embody all that뭩 right with the world No matter how pretty she is, you never likin' my girl That's how we run, when you ain뭪 around I'll spank ya son, keep him in line If you should die, I뭠l keep him like mine God forbid, keep this in mind, my nigga Repeat 1 Repeat 1 I know mama, your little baby But these streets raised me crazy Product of my environment, nothing can save me Thanks for letting me bloom for your wisdom for your womb For the roof over my head, for my shoes, for my bed For the most important lesson in life was when you said "Strive for what you believe in, set goals and you can achieve them" Thanks for the days you kept me breathing when my asthma was bad And my chest was weezin', thanks for the look of love Just as I was leavin' On nights you thought that I wouldn't come back That left you grieving' Thanks for holdin' down the household when times was bad As the man, I apologize for my dad When the rent was due, you would hustle like a pimp would do That wasn뭪 the life meant for you You뭨e a queen, you deserve the cream Everything that gleamed, everything that shines Everything that뭩 mine Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Check it out, uh, uh Dear nephews, I뭢 writing' this with no pen or a pad And I뭢 signing it, ya uncle, ya best friend, and ya dad Don't look back if you fall and you뭨e feeling bad I뭢 right there from your cut to when you peelin' the scab If it comes a time when you ain뭪 feelin' your real dad Put my face on his body don뭪 wait for nobody Don뭪 follow no nigga, that's hoe shit man Stand on your own two, do your shit man The world is yours Some girls are nice some girls are whores Don't listen to your crew Do what works for you Standin' back from situations gives you the perfect view You see the snakes in the grass and you wait on their ass Bite your tongue for no one and whatever is said Take it how they want, a closed mouth don't get fed, You know my number when it뭩 code red if you're wrong my nigga You뭨e my nephew, fuck it we get it on my lil nigga Repeat 1 until fade |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check Yo, I'm makin short term goals, when the weather folds just put away the leathers and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shoppin sprees, copin three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah yes bouncin in the lex luger, tires smoke like buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggaz can't fade me Chrome socks beamin Through my perephreal I see ya schemin Stop dreamin, I leave your body steamin Niggaz is fiendin, what's the meanin? I'm leanin on any nigga intervenin with the sound of my money machine-in My cup runneth, over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and runnin Y'all niggas don't want it, I got the Godfather flow The Don Juan DeMarco; swear to God, don't get it fucked up *I'm takin out this time to give you a piece of my mind (cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby one day you'll be a star Last seen out of state where I drop my slang I'm deep in the South kickin up top game Bouncin on the highway switchin fo' lanes Screamin through the sunroof - money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam' roll tight like The Firm Gettin down for life, thats right, you better learn Why play with fire, burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes, with expensive clothes and I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you can't knock the hustle ** But until the late thang I'm the one who's crazy cause that's the way you're makin me feel (cause you can't knock the hustle) I'm just tryin to get mine, I don't have the time to knock the hustle for real Yo, y'all niggaz 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 hot your crew I gotta, let you niggaz know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Auto off the champagne, Cristal's by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though (who?) Me Slick like a gato, fuckin Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut and he got a nut and what Straight bananas; can a nigga, see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake a rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son you're too eager You ain't havin it? Good, me either Let's, get together and make this whole world believe us huh? At my arraignment, screamin all us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thievin, as long as I'm breathin Can't knock the way a nigga eatin - fuck you even! *Repeat ** Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
You know how we do, Roc-a-Fella... forever... You can catch me
skatin through your town puttin it down y'all relatin No waitin I'll make your block infrared hot I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to hustle behind the wheel, tryin to escape my trouble kids stop they greetin me, I'm talkin sweet to keys Cursin the very God, that bought this wreath to be My life is, based on sacrifices, jewels like ices and fools that think I slip, you fuck around you get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy on some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and just think, winter's here, I'm tryin to feel mink nig-ga Politics as us-ual... I took my Frito to Tito in the district, blessed me with some VS somethins I can live with, stop frontin And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised No disrespect to you, make sure you word is true I'm takin wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice A smokin bro, who pump Willie Ike spokes The furthest you Chiles been is the Pocanos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please Ten year feleon, heavy on the wrist, our face used with the diamond blooded Jesus and blind your face youse for life... sharight, Jigga, I keep it tight nig-ga Politics as us-ual... You feel my triumph never, feel my pain I'm lyin Low in the leather Zion, the best that's ever came The game changes like, my mind just ain't right We 'gwan get this dough, I guess it ain't your night Suckin me in like a vacumn, I remember tellin my family I'll be back soon, that was December Eighty-five and, Jay-Z rise ten years later got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matchin VCR's, a huge Magnavox to nitch, green like spinach pop wines that's vintage It's a lot of big money in my sentence Hittin towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that chick faked me one-two cat, yeah, I do dat Ain't no stoppin the champagne from poppin the drawers from droppin, the law from watchin, I hate em Politics as us-ual |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
[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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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
*"Presidents to represent me" "Get money!"
"I'm out for presidents to represent me" "Get money!" (2x) "I'm out for dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)" Rock... on, Roc-A-Fella y'all The saga continues Ahh, who wanna bet us that we don't touch leathers Stack cheddars forever, live treacherous all the et ceteras To the death of us, me and my confidants, we shine You feel the ambiance, y'all niggaz just rhyme By the ounce dough accumulates like snow We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show; you feel me? Factions from the other side would love to kill me Spill three quarts of my blood into the street, let alone the heat Fuck em, we hate a nigga lovin this life In all possible ways, know the Feds is buggin my life Hospital days, reflectin when my man laid up On the Uptown high block he got his side sprayed up I saw his life slippin, this is a minor set back Yo, still in all we livin, just dream about the get back That made him smile though his eyes said, "Pray for me" I'll do you one better and slay these niggaz faithfully Murder is a tough thing to digest, it's a slow process and I ain't got nothin but time I had near brushes, not to mention three shots close range, never touched me, divine intervention Can't stop I, from drinkin Mai-Tai's, with Ta Ta Down in Nevada, ha ha, Poppa, word life I dabbled in crazy weight without rap, I was crazy straight Potnah, I'm still spendin money from eighty-eight... what? Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)"(2x) *Repeat Geyeah, know what? I'll make.. you and your wack mans fold like bad hands Roll like Monopoly, ad-vance you copy me like white crystals, I gross the most at the end of the fiscal year than these niggaz can wish to The dead presidential, canidate with the sprinkles and the presidental, ice that'll offend you In due time when crime fleas my mind All sneak thieves and playa haters can shine But until then I keep the trillion cut diamonds shinin brilliant I'll tell you half the story, the rest you fill it in Long as the villian win I spend Japan yen, attend major events Catch me in the joints, convinced my iguanas is bitin J-A-Y hyphen, controllin, manipulatin I got a good life man, pounds and pence Nuff dollars make sense, while you ride the bench Catch me swinging for the fence Dead Presidents, ya know *Repeat Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, so be it The Soviet, The Unified Steady Flow You already know, you light I'm heavy roll, heavy dough Mic macheted your flow, your paper falls slow like confetti, mines a steady grow, bet he glow Pay five dead it from blow, better believe I have eleven sixty to show, my doe flip like Tae-Kwon Jay-Z The Icon, baby, you like Dom, maybe this Cristal's to change your life huh, roll with the winners Heavy spenders like hit records: Roc-A-Fella Don't get it corrected this shit is perfected from chips to chicks just drivin a Lexus Make it without your gun, we takin everything you brung We cake and you niggaz is fake and we gettin it done Crime Family, well connected Jay-Z And you fake thugs is Unplugged like MTV I empty three, take your treasure, my pleasure Dead presidentials, politics as usual Bla-ouw! "Dead fuckin presidents to represent me (Whose...)" x4 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
*I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet
Feelin it feel the Lex pushin up on the set I'm feelin it through the high that you get from the lye Feelin it if you feel it raise your l in the sky I keep it realer than most I know your feelin it Cristal on ice I like those toes I keep spillin it Bone crushers I keep real close I got the skill for this On my back the fliest clothes lookin ill and shit Transactions illegitimate cause life is still a bitch And then you die but for now life close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers had nothin to live for like them lifers but Makin sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We paid the price to circular success they turned my mic up I bout to hit these niggas that'll light they life up If every nigga in your clique is rich your clique is rugged Nobody will fall cause everyone will be each others crutches I hope you fools choose to listen I drop jewels bust it These are the rules I follow in my life you gotta love it Jiggy jigger lookin gully in the joint If y'all niggas ain't talkin 'bout large money what's the point? *Repeat Even if it ain't sunny hey I ain't complainin I'm in the rain doing a buck 40 hydroplanin what shorty (Where you disappear son?) Maintainin puttin myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm livin the ill streets blues got you hunger painin Nothin to gain and a whole lot to lose you still singin fool I'm thorough in every boro my name be ringin Warmin it up for the perfect time to hit your brain and Ya Feelin it? to all the girls I bought the girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt they can vouch my life is real as shit 95 south and poppy on the hill and shit And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed wit shit And all the thorough ass niggas that I hustle wit Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit These fake rappers cant really know I'm lovin it ya feelin it *Repeat (x2) What y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my mom prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot Those nightmares mom Those dreams you say you got give me the chills But these mils make me hot y'all feel me Enough to stop the illin right? But at the same time these dimes keep me feelin tight I'm so confused OK I'm gettin weeded now I know I'm contradicting myself Look I don't need that now It just once in a blue moon when there's nothin to do and The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get to zonin - me and the chick on the L and then we're bonin I free my mind sometimes I here myself moanin Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone man It got me goin shit *Repeat (x2) I'm feelin it fill the glass to the top with Moet... |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
This shit is wicked on these mean streets
None of my friends speak We're all trying to win, but then again Maybe it's for the best though, 'cause when they're seeing too much You know they're trying to get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine to five is how to survive, I ain't trying to survive I'm trying to live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills, poison my body I used to say 'fuck mic skills,' and never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right it's wicked, that's life I live it Ain't asking for forgiveness for my sins, endz I break bread with the late heads, picking their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changing us And now we're lethal, infected with D'Evils... We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killing The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew, and soon grew black-hearted Thinking back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned so in turn I'm kidnapping his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feeding her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced So I kept feeding her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever forsee, we used to stay up all night at slumber parties now I'm trying to rock this bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears, know she's wishing we were still close Don't cry, it is the beat? In time, I'll take away your miseries and make 'em mine, D'Evils... My flesh, no nigga could test My soul is possessed by D'Evils in the form of diamonds and lexuses The exorcist, got me doing skits like Homie You don't know me, but the whole world owe me Strip! Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fucking life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothing nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquors invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off, mama forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'Evils beating me down, boo Got me running with guys, making G's, telling lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm giving lead showers Stop screaming, you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'Evils... |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yo whassup everybody this is Maria Davis, Mad Wednesday's
We here tonight to have a good time ("Yo! Start the show! Start the show!") Wait a minute; I see my man over there Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil' freestyle Put that champagne down, and kick a lil' freestyle for me tonight Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Y'all motherfuckers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Well I'm gone... check this out Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many niggaz on a mission Doin your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggaz too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block, too many times Rocked, too many rhymes, cocked, too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines cause too many niggaz ride mine so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the fuck That's 22 too's for y'all motherfuckers out there, yaknahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) (3x) Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggaz, clockin my spendin Exercisin you're, gay like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night without the eight right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, speak quicker than you ever seen adminster pain, next the minister's screamin your name At your wake as I peak in, look in your casket feelin sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mines thinkin longevity until I'm seventy Livin heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga ya broke, what the fuck you gon' tell me? ("Oooooooooooh!") Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a fat track (aight) Now this is comin on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in ninety- six (no doubt no doubt) well, it is definitely the bomb But you know I do wanna say somethin to you, I know you've been havin a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesday's, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dang Dash Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back anytime (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute wait a minute Ace, turn that music down I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything Because we don't know how to go in places and act properly ("Hey shut the fuck up!") Wait a minute wait a minute who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin We gotta build our own business, we gotta get our own record companies goin like Roc-A-Fella Records... |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yeah, hah, yeah Roc-A-Fella
We invite you to, somethin epic y'all know? Well we hustle out of a sense of, hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we 'come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin But we feel we have nothin to lose so we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right What do you bring to the table? While I'm watchin every nigga watchin me closely my shit is butter for the bread they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked then clap from closed feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days a brother gotta admire from four fiends away My pain wish it was quick to see, from sellin 'caine til brains was fried to a fricaisse, can't lie At the time it never bothered me, at the bar gettin my thug on properly, my squad and me lack of respect for authority, laughin hard Happy to be escapin poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks, expectation for dips, four percent pertation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more, Big Willie my game has grown prefer you call me William Illin for revenues, grateful dim the light channel 7 news, round seven jewels, hand gettin the mic Forgettin all I ever knew, convenient amnesia I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure Lock my body can't trap my mind, easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my resedential for the weekend Confidentially speakin in codes since I sense you peekin The INXS rental, don't be fooled my game is mental We both out of town dog, what you tryin to get into? Viva, Las Vegas, see ya, later at the crap tables meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no fraud Willie's present gambling they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin margaritas Ge-ge-geyeahhh, can I live? Can I live? My mind is infested, with sick thoughts that circle like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity, my crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it in tangible goods Platinum Rolexed it, we don't lease we buy the whole care, as you should My confederation, dead a nation, EXPLODE on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it balls to steam, it comes to it we all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this True this, history school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewellers and, watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me stressed right? Can I live? Can I live? (3x) Ha-hah, Roc-A-Fella y'all |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
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... *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) 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- *Repeat 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 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 *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
check one check two, you know what to do
primo, cold crush when i give it to you friend or foe yo, state your biz ya tend to dough, ah , there it is me, i run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody commin around here fuckin wit they doe for shit you enterprisin though, and i like it but fuck with the big dogs though, i gotta bite ya, look, its out of my hands and you gettin money round here, its not in the plans so hop yo ass out of that van, head back to kansas i'm sendin niggas back up in campuses chance is slimmer than that chick in calvin klien pantses let me guess, they said it was money round here and the rest is me stoppin you from gettin it, correct? sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel i'll take care of that , you'll see, now please give me the room key you're twitchin, don't do that, you makin me nervous my crew, well, they do pack, them niggas is murderous so would ya, please put your hand back in sight they don't like to see me nervous you can understand that, right? you draw, better be picasso, y'know the best cause if this is not so, ah, god bless you leave me no choice, i leave you no voice believe me son i hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done now calm your boys, cause i'm findin it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise get the point, i'll let ya go, before ya leave,i guess i aughta let you know, i need those keys and promise you never, no matter the weather evaevaevaevaevaevaevaevaeva come around here no mo' |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it
As some of you should know it, yeah, yeah Place, Marcy, Brooklyn Actions... well, y'all know the actions Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clockin my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he sees my money talkin to honies hawkin I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna, run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's to Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle, nobody wanna be like Michael where I'm from, just them niggaz who bounce from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on *It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) I'm out here slingin bringin the drama, tryin to come up in the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here servin disturbin the peace, life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's sellin weight, I'm sellin eight... balls sixteen tryin to graduate to pushin quarters y'all I ain't gon' sweat him I'ma let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggaz gon' see I'm tired of bein out here round the clock and breakin day, and chasin crackers up the block for my pay I'm stayin fresh, so chickens check I'm tryin to step up to the next level, pushin Vettes to the Jets Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibirum and stunned I'm waitin for my day to come I got the urge, to splurge, I don't wanna lifetime sentence just give me the word *Repeat Hey fella I been watchin you clockin Who me holdin down this block it ain't nothin You the man nigga now stop frontin Hahahh I like your style Nah, I like YO' style Let's drive around awhile Cool nigga Here's a thou' A G? I ride witchu for free I want the longterm riches and bitches Have it all; now listen to me You let them other niggaz get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep yo' shit the same On the low? Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly AND THEN YOU BLOW! Hey keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards Then he through dealin I understand Don't blow your dough on hotties The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts and won't break em for nobody! Hah, I like resume, pick a day, you can start From now until death do us part... *Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah
What it is player? (You player, it's all about you) How you gon' say that man If I had your hand I'd turn mine in (Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off) Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealin that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money (Check this out man, when you run up on your bitch) (this this is what you tell her) (Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot) (Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot) Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds, all cherry like a hymen, when I'm rhymin with remarkable timin Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spittin venom up in the, minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is col-l-l-ld like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about gettin dough Spittin flow like fine wines down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honies hum in melody when I, rub it like crystal The proper ettiquette, when I drop the subject verb then the predicate, with this rich nigga preterite I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York, to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now Notice, the child swift like a Lotus Focus on the loc' I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi, from Rio Degenero on da red eye Yet I, still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rappin then slide like satin You know the black eye white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard and the only time you love em is when your dick hard (Whoooh! That's cashmere baby) Nah, you know, that's just laid back man (Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z) Yeah baby (Motherfuckin pimp that's what he be) Cashmere baby (Don't get no hotter than that) Sho' you're right (Them niggaz know) Check it out, check it out Ghettoes, Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your burough in I gotta keep your tricks intact Cause I walk like a p-iyimp, talk like a mack man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so watch it it change to night Go tell your peeps dawg I'm lethal til it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick, look Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing You cling we do our thing and bring Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino Teflon, make sure your jammy is full Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella *Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang (x4) Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean Liason for days on in Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up, I am two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck... "Bring it on if you think you can hang..." Money is power I'm into cheddick with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread letters you move you're deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal John Stockton couldn't assist you Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. So what the fuck you doin? Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spankin dollars with the commas bangin bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness manana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream *Repeat (x4) "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." (x5) |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Stress, Sunshine, geyeah
I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, "Dayamm!" Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul are half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck *This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets And through our travels we get seperated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal Lake and don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin My life found I got ta live for the right now Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets You used to hold me, told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could posess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young) x2 I found myself reminiscin, remember this one when he was here he was crazy nice with his son I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin On your life I tried to talk to him But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin for my hustle's goin too well to hit him You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much *Repeat (x2) Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all |
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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Whoooh, Paradise
you better think twice, 'cause you're not living the life Jay-Z: Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella y'all, it don't stop We about to change this game here Check my pockets there's nothing but game there I remain without fear Keep the lanes clear, and the cats that's all about threats remain here On top of this Metropolis My name is like a square Dropped off every tier Now y'all can swear to JayHeard it the other day Through the mystery, we get it swiftly We got to hit you every night before we hit the lights it's type addictive Need cats to live with, the heat goes on Everyday is a hustle, the beat goes on Funny thing happen, in the midst of chasing money and foes And the worst thing worst then getting old is not getting old Niggaz stay low, like six bowls of shit and gold And watch the hoes when they bump into your clothes And I hope they shine Seen a lot of things and enough memories to last me two lifetimes Can't knock the hustle *I'm taking out this time To give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are Baby one day you'll be a star Check this In a mans world need a girl to tough something Pull an 80 out her Anne Klein purse and bust something If you skating through the night to the light, then trust something When I get home Then it's on Girl just crack those shaped legs like Grade A eggs Love the way you behave and beg Moan, turn those hollers to screams as we zone like a college team Then they can hear you from Hollis, Queens (226) Life with me, consists of a lot of things Chips in your ear hit the dirt 'cause you got hotter things But you know how to scream, friends talking dizziness Remind them freak chicks to stay out my business You know they can't love it, trips to LA with no luggage Came back with six bags struggling In first class if my ass should crash, champagne spilled on me Bank still off on me **But until the last day, I'm the one who's crazy 'Cause that's the way you making me feel (can't knock the hustle) I don't want no romance, I just want the chance Can't knock the hustle for real Ever since you retired, working alongside those live wires Been in this rap biz with fake nigs you know liars I guess I'm biased, what I talk about I live These rap dudes can flip, but some of them ain't even rhyming for chips WHAT PART OF THE GAME IS THIS Seems brainless, on tours with whores that's what I'm saying I miss Cats that go all out for their gold plaques Starting out with four jacks, ended up with Gold Ac's Bet your love collapses if my funds get trapped On the weight of me through you, screw you Gun blew you, I didn't want to choose you Run through you like UH, EXCUSE YOU! But that's my cash, I understand you hustle That's my cash, you don't understand Let my dough flash, you can show it love Like a rap star in front of the club But don't knock the hustle *Repeat ** Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
[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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 1 In My Lifetime (1997)
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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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Sorry boys..
but all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy All those new niggaz stop there but a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper New, IMPROVED Jay-Z I quit I'm retirin Ain't enough money in THIS game, to keep me around Sorry Big, I tried Honest Can't go with me on this ride though I'm callin the shots The bar's closing Where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-Fella y'all OKAY, I'M RELOADED! "Bringin the drama" "Tryin to come up in the game" "Marcy" "Had a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-a-Fella y'all" "One of the best!" "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word" [Memphis Bleek] Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil nigga Bleek Reportin to these motherfuckers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those with 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys Large niggaz told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, niggaz know I do pull it Niggaz tryin to kill me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a bitch that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us Shit is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all Get one up on y'all, that's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullshittin they'll kill you dead One week of this hustlin brought a living room set Went to ? D's, niggaz mad, veins out Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little nigga Nosy bitch from the third floor like "Why little nigga?" Bitch please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like bitch to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word" |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Take the baseline out
uh huh Jigga uh huh uh huh uh huh It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life From standing on the corner poppin To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen To dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard From the dope spot where the smoke lock Fleeing the murder scene you know me well From nightmares of a lonely cel my only hell But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail Fuck Naw Where all my niggas with the rubber grips off shots And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits and what not I'm form the school of the hard knocks we must not Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot Let's stick up the world and split it 50 50 uh huh Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy uh huh Let's sip the Cris and get pissy pissy Flow imminently like the memory of my nigga Biggie baby You know it's hell when I come through The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2 ya'll niggas get ready It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life I flow for those droned out All my niggas locked in the 10 by 4 controlling the house We live in hard knocks we don't take over we bomb blocks Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy I'd rather that I flow for chicks wishing they ain't have to strip to pay tuition I see you vision mama I put my money on the longshots All my ballers that born to glock Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not I went from lukewarm to hot Sleeping on guitars and cots the king size dream machine to grief I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills Then I put it down tight grill I'm tight grill with the phony rappers you might feel we homeys I'm like still you don't know me shit I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving I'm trying to murder everything moving Feel Me It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life I don't know how to sleep I gotta eat stay on my toes Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes Hustlin still inside of me and as far as progress You be hardpressed to find another rapper hot as me I gave you prophecy on my first joint and ya'll lamed out Didn't really appreciate it till the second one came out So I stretched the game out X'ed your name out Put Jigga on top and drop albums non stop for ya nigga It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life for us It's the hard knock life for us Steada treated we get tricked Steada kisses we get kicked It's the hard knock life It's the hard knock life It's the hard knock life |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z]
Come on...life...death...here...gone...Yo If I should die don't cry my niggas just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas get on my niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die *echoes* Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas in the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas I did joints with Mary J. Blige my niggas I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas At high school got head by the lockers gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail rhymes still written well hold court in the street never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me everybody around us become one for that day to live life get your shit right & play Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's ok but life's short don't miss a day uhh If I should die don't cry my niggas just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas and when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas get on my niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die... [Wais] ...don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas say word to Wais my niggas when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas just keep gettin' it on my niggas say word is bond my niggas I got a lot to look back on in '88 got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on gettin' shorties like a thespian had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks & pulled the root out squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill like is that mystery God real? and how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas with Latifah broke the code of Geneva I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker then it's on again if I could be born again I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend just family reincarnated I'll show him the time that I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker never shed tears cry liquor my nigga If I die don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas say word to Wais my niggas when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas just keep bangin' these songs my niggas say word is bond my niggas If I die... [Half Dead] ...don't cry my niggas just stay gettin' high my niggas don't wonder why my niggas when I'm gone live on my niggas just follow my path my niggas say word to Half my nigga I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone born to live forever through life's struggles I cut corners & took drastic measures see you niggas life expire right in front of me time could never mend what these cold streets mentally done to me too often I close my eyes and see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave this world that I'm lost in my only chance to see the seeds I lost through abortion when I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn keep flossin' as long as my name lives on what's most important I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life afterlife still torchin' & blazin' these mics It'd rain for 40 days & 40 nights & I'd return on the 3rd like Christ without my physical portion my spirit a poltergeist for sure I'll be back through the heist tomorrow blood over y'all fake niggas door What you thought? [huh] What you thought? [nigga] If I should die don't cry my niggas just stay gettin' high my niggas don't wonder why my niggas when I'm gone live on my niggas just follow my path my niggas say word to Half my nigga When I die... [Wais] ...don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas say word to Wais my niggas when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas just keep gettin it on my niggas say word is bond my niggas If I die... [Jay-Z] ...don't cry my niggas just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas and when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas get on my niggas when it's real say word to Shawn my niggas If I should die... ...I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs run into Pac ask him where we went wrong tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form Is everything that's invisible gone? I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic? Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain? Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place? Can I puff cigars & drink Cristal? If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly? Can I still touch lives answer they 'whats & whys' make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five? If I should die... ...don't cry my niggas |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh-huh, gi-gi gi-geyeah Roc-a-Fella y'all, uh-huh uh-huh, Jigga Timbaland shit, nine-eight BEYOTCH Say what, say what? Uh-huh uh-huh, follow me beotch Nigga what, nigga who? Nigga what, nigga who? Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe [Jay-Z] --) first four lines overlap the section above Can't fuck with me They ain't ready yet Uh-huh uh-huh Yeah, yeah Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit em wit, numerous shots with the fo'-fo' Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa Fuck rap, coke by the boatload Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed Left holes through some guy clothes Stop your bullshittin, glock with the full clip Motherfuckers better duck when the fool spit One shot could make a nigga do a full flip See the nigga layin shocked when the bullet hit Oh hey ma, how you, know niggaz wanna buy you But see me I wanna _Fuck for Free_ like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly, if it's tight get the K-Y Jelly All night get you wide up inside the telly Side to side, til you say Jay-Z you're too much for me Chorus: Jay-Z (with Amil-lion) (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize girl, Jay to the Z *repeat 3X* (Nigga what?) Make you think you can fuck with me (Nigga who?) Recognize bitch, Jay to the motherfuckin Z [Jay-Z] Got a condo with nuttin but condoms in it The same place where the rhymes is invented So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke See how I was flowin on my last cassette? Rapid-fire like I'm blastin a Tec, never jam though Never get high, never run out of ammo Niggaz hatin n shit cause I slayed your bitch You know your favorite, I know it made you sick And now you're, actin raw but you never had war Don't know how to carry your hoe, wanna marry your hoe Now she's mad at me, causer Your Majesty, just happened to be A pimp with a tragedy She wanted, us to end, cause I fucked with friends She gave me one more chance and I fucked her again I seen her tears as she busted in, I said, "Shit.. there's a draft, shut the door bitch and come on in!" Chorus (with variation in last line) [Jay-Z] Gotta vendetta even though I been better Left him in the cold with a thin sweater Rap niggaz on Prozac get the bozack, niggaz threw two at me I threw fo' back, hold that Let the dough stack, way before Big had the gold Ac' Dame had the Lex black Motherfuckers wanna test that, stress that And right where you're stressed, where you rest at I suggest that, niggaz invest, in a vest, when I come through with the glock jet black, you niggaz step back I'm the best at, you know I ain't no apprentice to this Me and my niggaz we invented the shit I came into the business with this, The Originator, non greater Jaz-O finish this shit [Big Jaz] Better learn, Jaz'll relax that, ever heard of me? Worldwide Originator, say word to me The population holla certainly, I burn a nigga like a third degree, see me shine so bright Nigga I'm my light, runnin rulin with rigor and vigor Nobody bigger than me and my nigga Jigga You fly-by-nights stop chirpin B Heavyweights type work to me For the time, in this motherfucker ain't nobody hurtin me What? Cut your face in like surgery Who the fuck got a VS, fuckin BM's on the road when you had to be in bed at the PM Need the info, Jaz on the C-N-N forever touchin my workers beginnin you're endin Nigga your style's no style my style's hostile C'mon, faggot nigga down to take the gun home O-R-I-G-I-N-A-T-O-R (can't FUCK with it can ya?!) Chorus (with variations) [Amil-lion] * repeat to fade * Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe Switcha flow, getcha dough Can't fuck with this Roc-a-Fella shit doe |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Jay-Z:
Turn the lights all the way Turn the lights all the way down What Uhhuh Yeah (Uhh) Come on Big flow (GGRRRRRR) Come on yeah come on Yo Yo J-A-Y, I flow sick Fuck all y'all haters blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money cash hoes money cash chicks what Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Only wife of mines is a life of crime And since, life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us We gonna send a lot and pray to Christ forgive us Fuck it Ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz Y'all cant floss on my level I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture If you get close enough you can read the scripture It reads money cash hoes how real was that nigga what Chorus: (repeat 2X) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (WHAT) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (UHH) Money cash hoes money cash hoes (COME ON) Money cash hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) hoes (WHAT) Flavors robust platinum and gold touch Y'all rap now, fast money lets slow it up Niggaz try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella foreva CEO what what Us the villains, fuck your feelings While yall playa hate we in the upper millions Whats the dealings (huh) its like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm tryin to restore the feelings fuck the law keep dealing More money more cash more chilling I know they gone criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brooknon took on the world Shit I led a life you can write a book on Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street Man and I tell ya itll be the best seller Chorus: (2X) DMX: D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga my nigga rhyme all night Thugs for life one night with this rap shit Let em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Actin like we owe em something Then we show em something Talk greasy I think they found em down the road or something Fuckin wit a madman in a bad mood Its like fuckin wit a mad dog that wasnt fed food And the only thing thats stoppin him is you Cause the only thing that he'll be droppin is you Topic include; choppin in two Drop it to Clue and the response from the street This was one dog that loves raw meat But gettin back to just cause I, love my niggaz I shed blood, for my niggaz Let a nigga holler where my niggaz All I'ma hear is right here my nigga Chorus: (2X) Roc-A-Fella shit uhhuh Ruff Ryders My nigga Swizz Uhhuh uhhuh Dont stop biatch Uh Uhhuh yeah Inspect the game yo |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z] Uh-huh
[$hort] That's right [Jay-Z] Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] Last week I had everything [Jay-Z] Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago [$hort] I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago [$hort] and the jewelry.. and then my motherfuckin niggaz started snitchin [Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh uh, yo [$hort] Beyotch! Verse One: Jay-Z Growin up in the hood just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see Problems, I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Met him unlocked doors, off my keys Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially Man he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone he's talkin reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?" He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet cause you're home." I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone The crackers up there bleachin your dome, you're reachin I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on." From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe cause niggaz is two-faced And they show the other side when they catch a new case It's on Chorus: Too $hort, Jay-Z It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked (Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago) Funny what, seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip now you droppin names Uh-huh, uh-huh (It was all good just a week ago) Verse Two: Jay-Z Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin for bail Seventeen and I'm holdin on to around a mill I could bail out and blow trial and come around on Appeal Had niggaz thinkin I was from Uptown for real I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty Freezin on them corners still holdin my crack Lookin up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin the dough stack You tell them feds I said I'm never goin back I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious Chorus Verse Three: Jay-Z The lawyer I retained you said you leakin some things All this after a week in the bang I'm mad at myself cause I didn't spot the weak and lame I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us we sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rat? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad and your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?" The labelling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars Chorus [Too $hort] Shit is crazy man All these niggaz out here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money and recyclin it through the ghettoes and buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on each other I got partners doin 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin SHIT if you didn't snitch Beyotch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good Shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch It sure will do a lot for you Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main You know I got it Got it goin on We got the money Ain't got nuthin to do with crime baby But I'm recognizing [Jay-Z] You rat bastard |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Jay-Z]
Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two [Bleek] Cocaine whiter now [Jay-Z] Operation is sweet [Bleek] Whole game tighter now [Jay-Z] Movin a brick a week [Bleek] Plus a nigga price is down [Jay-Z] We them niggaz to see [Bleek] Time to start the arisin now [Jay-Z] I don't know what's wrong with Bleek [Jay-Z] It seems, I'm like Keenan, pickin up on the vibe that he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividin the loot Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute Jumped out like a star with the flavest car Matchin the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggaz think I fell out the loop cause the last time they seen me hoppin, out the Coupe I hopped out in a suit [Memphis Bleek] Look at this nigga Jay frontin tryin to take my shine I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind Plus I'm puffin like an ounce, more than I used to puff Takin advice from these niggaz but they ain't used to stuff They had me thinkin, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff while he drive around town in brand new Coupe's and stufF" Swear to God, they had me practically hatin his guts As he approached I spoke, "Jigga whattup?" Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breakin my heart Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart I felt his hatred it was harsh, 'fore this fakin shit start I should take him in back of the building and blaze him [Memphis Bleek] Uh-oh, this nigga Jay he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe and had I, not been so high I woulda been able to hide Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five Hugged him, as if I loved him [Jay-Z] To the naked eye It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us could see that somethin was about to go down [Memphis Bleek] Stay focused I'm tryin to concentrate, but it's like he's reading my mind As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind Could he see I had plans on, bein the man Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused.. Chorus: Memphis Bleek, Jay-Z I done came up (uhh) put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line [Bleek] Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off at the cops, outta cranberry drops Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers with different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us So til death do us, I'm never breakin my bond Nigga we Lex movers, V-12 pushers [Memphis Bleek] As I stand One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "And what?" I know these niggaz is feedin' my mind cancer But at times the answer Seems mind-blowin, this weed and Hennesey Got my mind goin, trust me nigga, I'm knowin Chicks used to ignore me, and my aunt sayin I need fifty not sixty-forty [Jay-Z] Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip baby [Memphis Bleek] Your fun is my fun (uh-huh) your bitch is my bitch Any nigga tryin to harm Jay I'm feelin for you I ain't only touchin you, I'm killin your crew [Jay-Z] Give it a year, you'll be sittin on a million or two records sold nigga, perfect your roll, geyeah Chorus: Memphis Bleek I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (what, geyeah geyeah) I done came up (came up) put my life on the line Soaked the game up (game up) now it's my time to shine Time to change up (change up) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Jay-Z] Yeah, you done came up (uhh) put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah) now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Yeah, yeah Coming of Age Two, brand new |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Volume 2 ... Hard Knock Life
Track #9 [5:10] Featuring Amil and Ja Rule [Jay-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Jay-Z] Can I hit in the MORNING without givin you half of my dough And even worse if I was broke would you WANT ME? If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings bitches KILL FOR would you STILL ROLL? If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand would you RIDE THEN, if I wasn't DRIVIN? If I wasn't ah, eight figure nigga by the name of Jigga would you come around me or would you clown me? If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya put your two lips on my wood and kiss it - could ya see yourself with a nigga workin hard at a 9 to 5 and then ten to six, two jobs to survive, or do you need a BALLER? So you can shop and tear the MALL UP? Brag, tell your friends what I BOUGHT YA If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo.. Chorus: repeat 2X [Jay-Z] Can I get a FUCK YOU to these bitches from all of my niggaz who don't love hoes, they get no dough [Amil] Can I get a WOOP WOOP to these niggaz from all of my bitches who don't got love for niggaz without dubs? [Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion [Jay-Z] Bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Uhh, yo bounce wit me [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Amil] Yeah, uh-uh uh uh [Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but FUCK THAT How we gonna get around your BUS PASS Fo' I put this pussy on your mustache Can you AFFORD ME, my niggaz breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me, so horny Not the fussin and the frontin If you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta "Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" Shit! I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down erytime it pop up, huh I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My, coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience nigga, I'm high maintenance HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass If you ain't holdin, I dash yo Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me [Ja] Uhh [Jay-Z] Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah [Jay-Z] Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] UHH! [Jay-Z] Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me [Ja] Uhh! Yeah [Ja Rule] It ain't even a question how my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my bush wet and undry like damp clothes What y'all niggaz don't know, it's eazy, to pimp a hoe Bitches betta have my, money fo' sho' Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half I be diggin they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin em feel, slutted even if they don't want it It's been SO LONG since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm DEAD WRONG, when I tell em BE GONE So HOLD ON to the feelin of flossin and platinum cause from NOW ON, you can witness Ja the I-CON with hoodies and TIMBS ON, cause I thugs my bitches VeVe, studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggaz I'm talkin bout straight figures if you here, you wit us If not Boo, you know what, I still fucked you Chorus [Jay-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah Geyeah |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
[Foxy Brown]
Uhh, uhh, uh-huh Uhh (paper chase) Bonnie n Clyde Y'all motherfuckers know how it's goin down (gotta get that paper y'all) That's right, uhh (Uh-huh uh, yeah, Roc-a-Fella, yeah Paper chase y'all, paper chase WHAT? Uh) Greyhound bitch, stay down bitch Bout to set up shop with Jay, round this bitch Half a brick of yea, bout to lay down this bitch (til November?) Nah, I'm here to like slay down this bitch What you think? I don't wanna have to spray down this bitch Call my whole team, from around the way down this bitch I'm tryin to stay down this bitch, play down this bitch Had a sound, so my nigga Jay drown the six Roll the windows down and, weight round this bitch But there's a couple things 'fore it's OK round this bitch Gotta talk to the natives, let em know I'm here for all to get the paydays, first I line up all the haters I got jobs for ya, drop stars for ya More arms than Green Bay's Brett Favre for ya Money providentials hope that's not a problem for ya If so, Jigga be here, day after tomorrow for ya (That's right!) Chorus: Foxy, Jay-Z [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta touch that, love that, paper dog, uhh! [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] Gotta have that grab that paper dog! [F] Gotta get that paper dog [F] Gotta spend that, bend that, split that, get that [J] Gotta get that paper dog [J] When I needs that, G stack, tell me where the weed's at? [Jay-Z] I got my two guns, I came to scoop ones A down ass bitch and she down to click Got a nice little hooptie that I get around with And my plan is, not to leave this town til I'm rich Gotta find a nigga sellin all them ounces and shit Tell them get down with the click or get found in a ditch See I drop down and strip, I turn around and spit Not to hit em, just to let em know the sound of shit Return later that evening in the club with Fox And I got the snub nosed for those that love to box I'm in search of them young niggaz that hug the block all day, til it's like gray outside Shoot dice talkin shit all day outside And even when it's hot, they outside Let em know, how it's gon' go, Bonnie n Clyde And aiyyo, you will want me on your side Chorus [Jay-Z] Yo, yeah, I got that stress and I got it the best I ain't got it to give but I got it to test And if you wanna get down, all you gotta invest is your time, I gotta move this in a, week or less For the next couple of days I brought her all I posess The Rolex, necklaces with the VVS Twin to drive in the passenger with a TV rest For my top draft picks I cop the new GS Now all the little soldiers wanna roll with my team Cause I ain't sold em a dream, I just showed em the cream Picked em up in the afternoons and told em some things You know the regular shit you do when you moldin them teens Yo, never lay your head where you holdin them things From family, to your business, nothing goes in between Never feared no man, put four in his Beem Drop your gun then, blow the scene, ya heard me? Chorus |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
(Jay-Z)
Yeah, un huh, watch this y'all, come on,watch this y'all, Jigga Roc-a-fella ya'll, uhhhh, come on yea ! (Kid Capri} It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z Cause I'm Like That yo ! Cause I'm like that yo ! Verse One: Jay-Z As a young and dumb man, gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with baste Couldn't drink the henny straight, I needed somethin to chase I needed something to chase Nowadays I throw shots back,leavin nothin to waste Life is like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winin, 'til the earth stop spinnin Rock hot lenin, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not remembering, My motto is simply I will not lose, abide by the block rules, I buy my glock used, wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it ? I'm raised, illrational, way misunderstood, If you ain't live like I live then run with the hood I done what i could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature, if hell awaits ya ? Nigga I'm coming with the razors, still flashin ya shit Try to pass me in a six, tight classy on the wrist Every bit of 30 karats, this is not a game This isn't why I came, make these words find a spot on your brain And burn, then I recycle my life I shall return Chorus: Female voice and Jay- Z (Woman) How tight is your flow ? (Jay-Z) Cause I'm like that yo ! (Woman) How right is your dough ? (Jay-Z) Cause I'm like that yo ! (Woman) How white is your blow ? (Jay-Z) Cause I'm like that yo ! (Woman) Only writers you know (Jay-Z) Cause I'm like that Verse 2: Jay-Z I'm a hop, skip, a jump, from rippin the pump Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps, I'm a motherfucking problem is this what you want ? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff chiva, And reefer paper, I hate the one's that blow up ya beeper Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas Inpregnate the world when I "cum" through your speakers (ha ha) Fuck hot my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up, caught him with his feet up And shoes off, bout to snooze off Hatin, cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, when I fuck with you all I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks But, other than that I ain't even fucking with cats Just me tied B.I., thug it like that, me,dame and biggs What's fuckin with that ? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothing for that Other then a couple slugs in ya back,(huh huh) Rappers y'all runnin around, like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two spun him around Lord, except this offer here's somethin for your crown I admit no malice, I just met his challenge, In one Chorus : Repeat 3x (Jay-Z): Repeat 2x til fade Girls and guns, all i want stock exchange, rocks and thangs |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
Jay-Z:
Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, yeah yeah I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate out a town I need that glow in my ice, E-Class Ladies screamin Jigga you know we ease that, flowin out like Jees-ass Jay-Z and me holdin the mic so when you like you find MC's so impolite And me I'm so into nice, got cats on the corner like Don't me and Jigga be flowin alike? Nah, Not in your life ain't nobody copin like Mr. Jay-Z, shit you're crazy I'm hot like the six maybe, Deep dish with the great seats I flow greater than you're navigator I drop in you're town, block you're data Pimps all comin through with a hot pair of gators And a crew with rocks the size of craters Can't touch like hot potatoes, Ya Heard? Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Holla back Memphis Bleek: In the middle of a war rockin a vest Who's the illest shorty alive, I confess I take nine to the chest and I swear to the heaven sky's, I bless The mics until the day I rest, till they can feel what I feel I'ma try my best, and if you real like I real you can provide the rest Anything left out, you can blame it on the brain, not the heart I'm playing my part, stretched out, just about the best out Any nigga realer than me, is in a messhall with their chest out Any rapper with less clout, sell more records than me We extort them as soon as they record 'em, Bleek My name is clear, back when a shorty used to braid my hair On the project stairs, Once I drop to a ceaser Ma I don't need ya >From the block to the hot two-seaters Jay-Z: Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright, Check On the two Jew-el's I blew more money than Latrell, who else? They don't know you, think they know you too well, you jell Like Flubber I hover above the city in a private jet, the livest set Press you're brakes, Feds wanna investigate, Mr. I don't cop nothin Less than eight, and anything involved with my name Regardless of the fame It's hard, I can't even walk through Harlem again, Charge it to the game, I'm platinum like American Express My boy died, and all I did was inherit his stress To make every jam tougher, you ain't my man fuck ya I suggest let you live right? Negative, I swear It's dough or die, I hope your soul provides you with an afterlife Close you're casket tight Take you're last two deep breaths and pass the mic To Jay-Z nigga, That's Right!! Bounce if you wanna bounce, ball if you wanna ball Play if you wanna play, floss if you wanna floss It's Alright, you heard?, It's Alright, Holla back Get ill if you wanna ill, smoke if you wanna smoke Kill if you wanna kill, loc if you wanna loc It's Alright, you heard? It's Alright |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang Come on y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the rol' sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love X and O Save all your accolades just the dough My game is wide all lames aside Tryin to stay alive hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish ain't I The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son aim for the sky Ice on my bullet you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders your money's too young See me when it gets older ya bank account grow up Mine's is one zero zero zero oh doub Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang cake thick I live the life Eatin' crab watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves do the big things Take small groups turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold too much to handle In the black C low he know if she look She go bye bye with da da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I know bout y'all but every night I swing In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga you owed some Baby I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet roll the dice So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at your check you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming from ear to ear wrist to wrist ring and chain Even me and Jay Z got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang So So Def Roc A Fella collabo' You know all we do is rock Rock on |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! I, am, back, niggaz Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo! Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase I surely appreciate it - whoo! What you about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts man - right or wrong Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh You ever felt like this, you vibe with me Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem goin back I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The ruler's back Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the motherfuckin music up The ruler's back I, am, back, niggaz Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah Well in these times, well at least to me There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z I'll help you out, here's what you do You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+? You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+ Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh) And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices So what your life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires Off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro The ruler's back Uhh, uhh I, am, back, niggaz Feels good! Ha Pah, holla at me! The ruler's back Yeah.. whoo! Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Now bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, whoo! Whoo! Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean? Knahmean? |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we runnin this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped S Ones, switch your demeanor Well - we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard's Oochie Wally better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} A wise man told me don't argue with fools Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
astonishing... (girls singing) H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE! Thanks for comin' out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me I appreciate that...uuunnnh... H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist So poof...vamoose son of a bitch * H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks * Repeat Yeah... Hove is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs...no... Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay * Repeat (girls singing) H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Course I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist _Ma cherie amore, tu es belle_ Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y'all that's my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene God damn she's fine but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat I love Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get shit through Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick' Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin on Hov' Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe.. I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls.. |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Roc-A-Fella y'all
It's the Roc! Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O. Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo! Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz Jay-Z.. Come on the track duh duh da-da With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes The Izod bucket on I'm so old school Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops Six top model chicks, who is this hot? J-A, ladies help me say it now Y-Z, mami why you playin with me? Ride with me, get high as me It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'! Back up in this bitch like whoa Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's *(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu She's respondin, top of C. Bronson We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' She never seen a hundred on the wrist before Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade The crib got, killer views and square feet You have to film MTV Cribs for a week So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good) I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants Waist is low enough to let your waist show Top like a rock star, I got a fast car We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty *Repeat "He did it again!" Haters no like But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow's so tight Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude All day, like Rastafari's do Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude But Red Rover, send your hoes over She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova We can play HOWEVER, slay bed or sofa And the prognosis, sex is explosive Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused *Repeat R.O., R.O.C. niggaz.. R.O.C. niggaz (Roc-A-Fella y'all!) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
("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'll 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 clash 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 Dapper Dan 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 I am Hov' 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 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 Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm 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 Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose *Repeat 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 I.. hahahaha.. *Repeat .. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA! |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
(J) uhh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo! I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh! (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!) They say hola' hovito That's what they sayin when I roll up with my people My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland Calle-te la boca, my baby All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches Mami keep comin back cause mami came vicious Catch Hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane switchin Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin Got that rap patrol behind yo, get to runnin I'm unstoppable Hov', untoppable flows I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day Ol' Blue Eyes my nigga, I did it my way If y'all not rollin with Hov' then hit the highway *(Hola' hovito!) Yeah, yeah (Hola' hovito!) Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin Put it down for my PEO-PLE! (Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito!) Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin Put it down for my PEO-PLE! Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O. Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you One life to live - notice you get no sequel So I truly got to live this like my last movie Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie And with the third pick - I made the earth sick M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to "Reasonable Doubt" Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out *Repeat Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers or starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers "Friend or Foe," y'all all my muh'fuckers If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young Plus got more flows to come And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one So move over - hoes, choose Hova My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers Rovers, roasters, poseurs gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah Watches, chain, front row at the game Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon *Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov' Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto'? Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" - gotta move carefully Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes Yung'uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me? Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn though mans I'm just tryin do me If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin move three Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin in the wing but I'm doin my thing Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." I said where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Yeah.. And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin to say What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more and I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar Look scrapper I got nephews to look after I'm not lookin at you dudes, I'm lookin past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you in ninety-six that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz I scramble like Randall with his Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." Niggaz, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Holla at me!! "Ain't no love" (take 'em to church) "in the heart of the city.." Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Fuck Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love? Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love.." |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
*Never,never, never, never change
Ain't never changed,this is Jay ever day **I never change I never change, this is Jay ever day **Never change I never change , this is Jay I am a Roc representer Hov',summer to winter,Hov', dead or alive twenty- four/ seven, three-sixty-five One CD or three-hundred and sixty pies whassup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours We run streets like drunks run street lights We collidin with life as we speak We need deep in coke , We ki deep in ice We flood streets with dope,We keep weed to smoke We all fish , better teach your folk Give him money yo eat, then next week his broke Cause when you sleep,he's reaching for your throat Word on the skreet,your reep what you saw not out of fear but love, love for the game Roc family first, we never change mayn ***I'm still fucking with crime cause crime pays *Repeat Out hustling, same clothes for days **Repeat I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, i never change Who you know like Hov' *Repeat I'm still fucking with crime cause crime pays **Repeat Out hustling, same clothes for days **Repeat I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change What's up to my miami and St,. Thomas connects (what up) I'll never mention your name, I promise respect Death before dishonor correct?- Yup That's what you promised me,since the(?)lee Along with, if we stay strong we can get paper longer than pippen's arms Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam I'm like a dog- I never speak, but I understand Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war? Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that- whoa lost 92 bricks had to fall bak knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back Had A-1 credit , got more crack From the first to the fifth , gave it all back If, I'm not a hustler what you call that? This is before rap , This is all fact I never change ***Repeat What the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly Well fuck y'all , I need money for Atari Was so young my big sis' still playin with Barbie Young brother, big city , eight million stories Old heads taught me , yung'un , walk softly Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me Keep coke in coffee, keep money smelling mothy Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees (uhh) That's how it is now (uhh) that's how it always be (uhh) I never change , this is always me From the womb to the tomb ,From now until my doom Drink army from one cup pass it around the room (That's a famaily nigga) That's the ritual (yup) Big Ran , I ain't forget you fool And all that buillshit you trying to get through This is crew love , move music or move drugs Rival crews get your black suits up- I never change ***Repeat This is Jay, ever day Who you know like Hov' , nigga |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
The most incredible baby
Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah.. uhh I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga got move like a crook move We was together on the block since we lunch We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside a nigga so sick I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch" Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip" Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fussy and they don't remember that And I don't remember you.. I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin was whack But you don't get a nigga back like that! Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had, just like that I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever.. And more forever Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry It's fucked up girl |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
It's the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is right... (check) My bucket is low... (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... Fuck it... I guess I got my swagger back Mama that said I killed her man Well I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! In the heezy Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah... Double G-A livewire nigga holla back *All I need... Rocawear... (check) Nike Airs... (check) Mean bucket... (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way C'mon...now... All I need in this world o' sin Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? R to the O to the C comin' true *Repeat Listen... The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman (*giggle*) Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk And I flee scotch free and pee pee on the steps... We've got no respect No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby *Repeat Listen... (All I need) Rocafella Records... Freeway... Oskino and Sparks... Chris & Neef (All I need) Mickey and Mallory... Broad Street Bully... M-Extra Money, ha... YOUNG! (All I need) H to the izzo... CLUE! Rell... Uh huh...yeah, yeah... (All I need) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers - say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin what I do through and through and I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view The renegade; you been afraid I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters, and they live with they moms Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it? I help them see they way through it - not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt [Eminem] Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the [Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z] [Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE! [Jay] Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!} [Jay-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor - thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight [Eminem] See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint (2001)
Yeah, yeah..
Uhh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe the shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too "Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple Momma loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked Biggs fucked with a nigga, whassup Hoff'? B-High hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black and live in a movie, not livin by rules New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say? The time is comin; you one hit away Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game to make the transition, from the street to the fame My momma loves me.. |
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
[Jay-Z]
Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow of the century.. oh it's timeless.. HOV'! Thanks for comin out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me I appreciate that.. uuunnnh.. H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was hurtin 'em in the home of the Terrapins; got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthin 'em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof -- vamoose, son of a bitch! [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! [Jay-Z] Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga look like, when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin the status quo up I'm overchargin niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks [Chorus] [Jay-Z] Yeah... Hov' is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs; no, Hov' did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things that's great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bu-sy [Chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov' Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto'? Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" - gotta move carefully Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes Yung'uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me? Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn though mans I'm just tryin do me If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin move three Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin in the wing but I'm doin my thing Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." I said where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Yeah.. And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin to say What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more and I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar Look scrapper I got nephews to look after I'm not lookin at you dudes, I'm lookin past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you in ninety-six that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz I scramble like Randall with his Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." Niggaz, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Holla at me!! "Ain't no love" (take 'em to church) "in the heart of the city.." Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Fuck Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love? Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love.." |
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from Jay-Z - Jay-Z Unplugged [live] (2001)
Let's go
Hov! Uh huh, Hov' You, are, not, ready Hov', unstoppable, Dynasty, young Hova I'm a hustler baby [I'm a hustler] I just want you to know [Wanna let you know] It aint where I been [It aint where I been] But where I'm bout to go [Top of the world!] Now I just wanna love you [just wanna love you] But be who I am [you know you love me] And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] You'll forget your man Now give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 1] When the Remi's in the system, ain't no tellin Will I fuck 'em will I diss 'em, that's what they be yellin I'm a pimp by blood, not relation Y'all be chasin, I replace them, huh? Drunk off Crist', mami on E Can't keep her little model hands off me Both in the club, high, singing off key "And I wish I never met her at all..." It gets better, ordered another round It's, about, to go, down Got six model chicks, six bottles of Crist' Four Belvederes, got weed everywhere What do you say, me, you, and your Chloe glasses Go somewhere private where we can discuss fashion Like, Prada blouse, Gucci bra Filth marked jeans, take that off Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff [Verse 2] Yeah, save the narrative, you savin it for marriage Let's keep it real ma, you savin it for karats You wanna see how far I'ma go How, much I'ma spend but you already know Zip, zero, stingy with dinero Might buy you Crist', but that about it Might light your wrist, but that about it Fuck it, I might wife you and buy you nice whips Ma, but you really gotta ride nice dick Know how to work your hips and your head's priceless Profess you love the Hov', and I'll never let you down Get you bling like the Neptune sound Okay, hot Hov', too hot to hold Ladies love me long time like 2Pac's soul Only way to roll, Jigga and two ladies I'm too cold, Motorola, two way page me, c'mon Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I'm a hustler baby [uh, Hov'] I just want you to know [Hov'] It aint where I been But where I'm bout to go [Hov', Hov'] Now I just wanna love you [young Hova] But be who I am [know you love me] And with all this cash [mo' money, mo' problems] You'll forget your man [Verse 3] Yeah, yeah, yeah Same song, I'm back, been around the world Ro-mancing girls that dance with girls From, Club Cheetah, to Club Amnesia The Peanuts in L.A., Bubblin' in Dublin Can't deny me, why would you want to You need me, why don't you try me Baby you want to, believe me, Hov'! Give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me C'mon, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff I said give it to me Gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff But don't bullshit me Mama, gimme that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushi stuff You gotta... Give it to me Uh, uh huh |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
It was all a dream
{*scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.*} Last night I had a dream Thoughts was racin through my head (it was all a dream) Felt so real to me This is what was said.. Had a dream I said, bout who he said? Bout B.I.G. I said, that's big he said Dig he said, proceed he said Indeed I said, so - breathe I did Don't repeat what I say I said, he said nothin He agreed with his head, he just nodded like this What I believe to be a yes I re-peated what was said It came to me like a .. well as even I said "You feel playboy," was the greeting he said First thing I wanted to know, what's the reason he was dead? "More money, more problems, better believe it," he said "Careful what you wish for you might receive it," he said I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more *Was it all a dream - tell me Was it all a dream, was it a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam I gotta know {*"It was all a dream"*} Was it all a dream - was it a dream Was it all a dream, a dream Was it all a dre-eeee-eeeee-eeam It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up magazine Salt'n'Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin pictures on my wall Every Saturday, "Rap Attack," Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin weed and bamboo, sippin on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack with the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? "Duh-ha, duh-ha" You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the {**"World Trade"**} Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky I'm blowin up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number same hood, it's all good Uhh, and if you don't know, now you know, nigga *repeat {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all a dream"*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} {*"It was all.."*} {*"It was all.. a dream"*} I see I said, jealousy I said Got the whole industry mad at me I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself nobody built like you, you designed yourself" I agree I said, my one of a kind self Get stoned every day like Jesus did What he said, I said, has been said before "Just keep doin your thing," he said, say no more |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Yes, yes YEP!
Welcome to the.. Jay-Z extravaganza I'd like to introduce my band right now Just Blaze and the Blazettes, hehe Right now I want you to give the drummer some No ma really, give the drummer some Uhh Touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable Shake the unshakeable (it's Hovi baby) Yeah, ch-chi-uh, uh-ch-ch-uh, un-breakable Rock the unrockable (it's Hovi baby) Follow the flow, look They say a midget standin on the giant's shoulder can see much further than the giant.. (the giant..) So I got the WHOLE rap world on my shoulder they tryin to see further than I am.. (than I am..) And I have been tryin to be patient with they preoccupation with David and Goliath.. (Goliath..) But sooner or later, that patience gonna run it's course and I'm forced to be a tyrant.. (be a tyrant..) But bein tyrant, comin through your environment Iron mask, nigga iron gas, nigga I am back With "The Team," no I in that R.O.C., y'all not eyein that Y'all don't see, clearly cause the reign ain't gone "The Dynasty," no not Ming but Shawn's Dame careems, nigga it's the gangsta team Stop your run, one of the reasons that they call us gangrene The other reason, we got a gang of green If there's better at gettin cheddar that remains to be seen, nigga WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Jeah, jeah *Can't touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable Shake the unshakeable (it's Hovi baby) Can't see the unseeable, reach the unreachable Do the impossible (it's Hovi baby) Can't move the unmoveable, stop the unstoppable.. Jeah, look I'm so far ahead of my time, I'm bout to start another life Look behind you, I'm bout to pass you twice Back to the future and gotta slow up for the present I'm fast, niggaz can't get past my past How they propose to deal with my perfect present? When I unwrap "The Gift & the Curse" in one session Ain't no livin person can test him Only two restin in heaven can be mentioned in the same breath as him Seven straight summers, critics might not admit it But nobody in rap did it, quite like I did it If you did it I done it before, you get I had it Got mad at it and don't want it no more And that goes for everything from flippin that raw Flippin whores, flippin vocal chords, don't get it twisted Get it right, did different, did it better, did it nice Did the impossible then did it twice (get it right) * Repeat Yup! Hovi's home, the global phone The world is back in order the number one rap recorder is back You cats overfelt yourself You couldn't help yourself, now witness the reel for reel In my absence cats get, absent-minded Now it's time to rewind and remind 'em why I'm in the position that I am changin the game, my game could nail Madonna Well after I'm gone, they'll honor history in the makin, Pistol Pete leave competition shakin without missin the beat Chasin the hi-hat all over the track The snare is scared of the air in here, BOOM! And plus I get paper dog, don't let me forget The watch face so blue like it's holdin it's breath Can't see me skill for skill or check for check It's the bow tie flow dog, I bring it to your neck Live and correct I will bring it to your set I got now, I don't care who got next Rapper slash exec, Kordell Stewart Your flow all y'all usin is mine, you're all useless You ain't a factor, who are you foolin? You all are faggots, you takin it backwards (takin it backwards) I'm tryin to progress with this rap shit Nigga, nigga your whole career is a accident Who was gassin 'em? (Fuck outta here!) * Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jeah.. uhh.. it's what I do for a livin nigga Eat for a livin nigga (watcher) That's how I live for a livin nigga.. (watcher) Okay, let's do this (the watcher) [Verse One: Jay-Z] Things just ain't the same for gangsters But I'm a little too famous to shoot these pranksters All of these rap singers claimin they bangers Doin all sorts of twisted shit with they fingers Disrespectin the game, no home trainin or manners I was doin this shit when you was shittin Pampers I was movin them grams 'fore you, knew what a hand that hand was Duckin the vans, radars, the scanners 'Fore you knew what hard white to tame was I was hittin the turnpike, aight with the bammers I was nice with my hands, cuss aight with them hammers I was prickin my finger 'fore you knew what a Fam was I had it laid out 'fore you knew what a plan was Three hundred mill' later, now you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter Pan bus You was Peter Pan up in your room, y'all fuckin with whom? Allowed me to be taught You cowards is just now learnin the shit that we talk You niggaz ain't know about a Robb Report Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e. You niggaz ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door like "Eric B. for Pres," respect me in this BITCH! You can't disrespect us cause you got a little check cut You was suckin for so long, fuckin your little neck up Now you too big for your britches, you got a few little bitches You think you Hugh Hefner, you just ridiculous I blew breath for you midgets, I gave life to the game It's only right I got the right to be king Niggaz that got life really like what I sing Cause they know is he really like, niggaz feel my pain Know the shit I DON'T write be the illest shit that's ever been recited in the game word to the hyphen in my NAME! J, A, Y, DASH, Hoffa The past present nigga the future, proper The holy trinity of hip-hop is us We give, Dre his props BUT that's where it stops It's the Roc [Chorus: Truth Hurts] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watchin me But it ain't hard to see that you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You bed-da off not lookin at all (Everywhere that I go, ain't the same as befo') (People I used to know, just don't know me no mo') (But everywhere that I go, I got people I know) (Who got people they know, so I suggest you lay low) [Verse Two: Dr. Dre] I'm still on top of the game Still droppin flames, still cock and aim Still at the top had the Roc for the fame over setbacks, there's been a lot since I came You seen it all, how I got, how I gained The momentum when it dropped, how I got through the pain When I roll and shock, they watched me reclaim the streets, they made a special spot for my name Dre, haters wanna stop to my reign But the music lives in me, every drop in my veins The pride and the pain All the way back from the rise of my name See the world clear through the eyes of the mane See the world chear for the rhymes that I gave When the beat bangs it'll drive them insane The eyes that I played The best to emerge in the game is The Watcher [Chorus] [Verse Three: Rakim] I'm "Rated R," my brain contains graphics thangs It turn traumatic teens into addicts, and fiends It's like, watchin a movie through a panoramic screen Which means, I can see the whole planet in the scene Cash is the topic, the object, a fatter pocket Some take the crack and chop it, but those that haven't got it take away the added profit, it's catastrophic I take the gat and cock it, and I'll sit back and watch it These New York streets is ugly, I keep it gully The world is mine and can't nobody keep it from me Yo, my neighborhood is never sunny In the place where the number one cause of death is money You can try copin I've seen enough shit to leave your frame of mind broken I'm still alive and scopin Be another hundred years 'til my skies close in And I'ma die with my eyes open, the watcher [echoes] [Chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em.. Look for me! Young, B Cruisin down the westside - high, way Doing what we like to do - our, way Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason all of my dates been blind dates But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's true to the heart She rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City" She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over She's right back to being my soldier Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller Put us together, how they gon' stop both us? What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B *Repeat All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend. Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend. The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin It won't be that; oh no it won't be that I don't be at, places where we comfy at With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is But girlfriend, work with the kid I keep you workin at Kermain, Burkin bag (?) Winolo (?), Timbs, aviator lens 600 drops, Mercedes Benz The only time you wear Burberry to swim And I don't have to worry, only worry is him She do anything necessary for him And I do anything necessary for her so don't let the necessary occur, yep! *Repeat (Talk to 'em B) If I was your girlfried I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you Even if it's somebody (?) Yeah-hee (break it down for 'em) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be And so I put this on my life Nobody or nothing will ever come between us And I promise I'll give my life and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend Put this on my life The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in I promise I'll give my life and all of my trust if you was my boyfriend |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
You can't roll a blunt to this one You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one {*inhales*} You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta drink Crist-ALL Buy some red wine, a little Gocha 9-7 This is for the grown and sexy, uhh [Pharrell - over the end of Jay-Z's intro] You're so contagious, I can't take it Have my baby, let's just make it Ex-cuse me; what's your name? [Jay-Z] Yeah, can I get my grown man on for one second? Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be hangin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z (Pharrell: So hot to trot.. la-dy!) Excuse me miss, what's your name? Can you come, hang with me? Possibly, can I take you out, to-night [Verse One] You already know what it's hittin for Ma I got whatever outside and you know what I'm sittin on 50/50 venture with them S dots kickin off Armadale poppin now, only bring a nigga more Only thing missin is a Missus You ain't even gotta do the dishes, got two dishwashers Got one chef, one maid, all I need is a partner to play spades with the cards up, ALL TRUST Who else you gon' run with, the truth is us Only dudes movin units - Em, Pimp Juice and us .. it's the Roc in here! Maebach outside got (?) air PJ's on the runway, Young got air I don't land at a airport, I call it the clearport Therefore, I don't wanna hear more back and forth about who's hot as Young, holla! [Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me... damn! [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Jay-Z] I got my Gocha 9-7 on right now [Ph.W.] La-dy.. [Jay-Z] You gotta puff a J to this one [Jay-Z] Can't roll a blunt up to this one boy [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what's your name? (AOWW!) [Jay-Z] Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z [Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What's your name? [Jay-Z] Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be rollin wit Jay-Z, Jay-Z [Ph.W.] You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot.. [Verse Two] Everybody's like, "He's no item! Please don't like him. He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!" Now she don't like him, she never met him Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't let 'em He don't need 'em, so he treats 'em like he treats 'em Better them than me, she don't agree with him She's mad at that, he's not havin that So those opposites attract like mag-a-nets She sees more than the Benz wagon, the friends taggin along with a flashy nigga braggin on the song She gets a glimpse of Shawn and she likes that He 2-ways her, so she writes back Smiley faces after all of her phrases Either she the one or I'm caught in "The Matrix" But fukkit, let the +Fish-burne+ Red or green pill, you live and you learn, c'mon! [Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me... damn! [Jay-Z] You gotta throw on your fine linens for this one [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Jay-Z] You might go, you mighta gotta go get you some Scooby Doo's [Ph.W.] La-dy.. [Jay-Z] Gotta throw on ya Scooby Doo's; those are shoes by the way [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Jay-Z] Gotta throw on Scooby Doo's, hehehehe [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what's your name? [Jay-Z] This for the grown and sexy, only for the grown and sexy [Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What's your name? [Jay-Z] Woo! [Ph.W.] You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot.. [Verse Three] Love let's go half on a son, I know my past ain't one you can easily get past, but that chapter is done ... but I'm done readin for now Remember spades face up, you can believe him for now But ma you got a f'real f'serious role I'm bout to give you all the keys and security codes Bout to show you where the cheese, let you know I ain't playin But, before I jump out the window, what's your name? [Ph.W.] Sex-cuse me... damn! [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Ph.W.] La-dy.. [Ph.W.] You're so contagious, I can't take it [Ph.W.] Have my baby, let's just make it [Ph.W.] Ex-cuse me; what's your name? [Ph.W.] So hot to trot.. la-dy! What's your name? [Ph.W.] You're so foxy girl.. you're so hot to trot.. |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Yo Yo Yo, Yo Yo Yo
Show out her wild side, stick out her backside *If you with me, throw the diamond up one time Ladies, if you with me, just grind to the bass line Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind And make her show out her wild side (Sean Paul) Stick out her backside Now what the fuck they gon' do with me Got money, got broads, got a crew with me Real as banana clips, I got a Sue with me Get down or lay down nigga to shoot with me Now how the fuck they gon' deal with me I ain't going nowhere, they gotta deal with me Got the whole BK ready to kill with me You scared motherfucker, keep it real with me, keep it real with me Now what the fuck they gon say to me Got to clap, yi mean all day with me, CLAP, yi mean Don't play with me, CLAP, yi mean Stay with me, don't lose me y'all And please don't confuse me with dog, I'm different I bought it back for a living 33 O's on a bitch back like Pippen 3 She can keep for herself and distribute 36 O's and a ki, you do the addition Before Mitchell and Ness did it I was moving birds like a Oriole fitted I'm Cal Ripken Jr. let's get it * Repeat Hon' what they gon' say to you Got your hair did and your favorite shoes Tell'em don't play with you, get'em away from you You need a baller like I, call'em like I See'em like naaaa Move over y'all amateurs No, you not balling that's Pro-Am shit Oh, stop calling that's hoe-man shit Stop falling asleep that's old man shit I stands up in it like a champ up in it Be up in it so long, get my calls transferred in it No more minute man in it Get my Soundscan, BDS, and Market and Glance in it * Repeat What they gon do' You got starch in your flow I flow too many ways, got a arch in my flow All sorts of flow, Rembrandt, Rilkey I am art with the flow Even if I'm filthy, you gotta pardon the flow Niggas taking it lightly, had to darken the flow Way I put it together, tear'em apart with the flow I'm too smart with the flow, you just started the flow Stop it youngin, you 106th & Park with the flow I am pro, as you see I'm off the charts with the flow Actually I'm number one on the charts with the flow In some places they say this, I am God with the flow Like my office, but they're biased, too involved with the flow (Oh no) I am the youth spirit, I am y'all with the flow Troubled man, dare I say, I am Mar with the flow I come up hard but I evolve with the flow Crossover, slam dunk, Rucker Park with the flow * Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Swear to God I just touched down
All around the world.. (same song) Killa Cali nigga (same song) A-T-L (same song) Real-adelphia.. dude it's all around the world London, England, South of France And all points between they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin a steak And handlin the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine fine wine fine dine either that or I'm mixin in Switzerland, tryin to buy time Ballin out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin at the 4 Seasons, off the heezy When it's back home nigga back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me All around the world.. (same song) Brooklyn bombers (same song) Detroit players (same song) Chi-Town.. all around the world Said it's all love, Sure Club, M-I-A Party at bungalow eight, when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonce's A couple fiances, I'm the new DeVante "Come and Talk to Me" mami in the Ea-sy Garant, I hope, she ain't too young Only twenty-one and older let another nigga mold her I'm just tryin to show her how a baller and a roller sleep one place, sell the pie to keep the engine runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard Same boss this year, I think I'm gon' spend Christmas reminisce about the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind crippled and crazy A ticket and you pay to see D - sweet Sade Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade All around the world Said it ain't where you from yo it's where you at Real niggaz out in Brooklyn, some niggaz don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggaz just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin on they mackin, rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie I know Shit it ain't about your city or borough It's bout if you really as thorough And if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin familiar I'ma Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm as St. Thomas homey eatin at Chef's One-twelve, A-T-L, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set We gon' take you all around the world.. it's the same song (same song) Everywhere (same song) It's the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world.. {*harmonizing to the end*} |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] And we gon' stay hustlin on that block until we caught And we gon' stay showin off that jewelry that we bought And we gon' stay leavin out the stores with heavy bags Cause we poppin tags, pimpin we be poppin tags! [Verse One: Jay-Z] We arose, let's go "So Fresh So Clean" like 'Kast Jay-Z be poppin tags Leavin the mall with heavy bags You know the boy got a love for the cash Aw fuck, there he go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin, about the dough I spend But I was holdin in, I was a roller then I was a baller back then, all of that man Fall back, I fought that What would you do if you was in my shoes? Leave dudes in the rearview V-12 engine, corners spinnin Twinkies shinin, pinky ring Armadale, nigga stinky stink Top, down, my cash is up Gold chain, I don't give a fuck Gold brain'll get you in the truck ma That's right, you in luck ma You see me cruisin down, better step inside Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride First come, first served basis You know Hov' be goin to nice places That's right, and I'm droppin cash Leave the mall with garbage bags Gucci this, Prada that Roll witcha boy you'll be poppin tags [Chorus] [Verse Two: Twista] It's a party when I go up in the sto' Shoppin while I'm zooted off the dro' Rollin like a nigga that just came up on a mill' and I got 'em sweepin and pickin up tags off the flo' Bag full of clothes I remember havin rocks in the hall on the glimmer with the glock by the ball Servin up a jab and workin security 6 to 6 Then it's straight from the block to the mall Now what's on the wall? Go ahead and treat yo'self When you come up on some cheddar better pop that tag Like when I dip off in the Prada then I go off to the lot lay the paper down and cop that Jag I got a console full of ammunition and funds Mink Roc-a-Wear and some guns Petty in a fresh pair of jumps, blo-packs and Bo Jax and Air Maxes, throw back some ones, no max for none (When I go up in the sto' a nigga never get enough) I'm a baller and if you want it come and get it now (Nigga come to a race with a car you won't catch up) And the Twista kinda wicked when I spit it now I be choppin up cheddar with Kanye Chop a little cheddar up with Jay Chop it up with the O-to-the-Kizay Poppin big tags with the flow and the dough, we get bi-zay! [Chorus] [Verse Three: Killer Mike] Uh-huh, whattup? Tell you somethin bout me.. My throwback game is whiffle wicked Saint Patties day, green pinstripe, number 20 Mark Spitz'n Jersey ooh-wee with the matchin Nu*Wear fitted White boys say my style is bitchin Keepin coke in the kitchen Keep a glock that will shock and bring the rest tucked underneath my Michelin S I, travellin, handlin with a forty-five cannon It's tucked in my Marc Buchanan Extra clips and shells in the lambskin Two deep by Pelle Pelle Westside how they felly fell More G's on me, than a late 80's Gucci leather worn by the great Rakim himself Stitch my Dapper Dan oh man with the gun in hand I leave your blood squirting No offense, I'll put your face on the chest of a sweatshirt drawn by Shirt Kings I been fucking, a hustle, married to a racket since the first Air Jordan's and Starter jackets I slept with a package, under mattress I carry guns heavy speakeasy, slight with the fight words I'll put somethin hot through your motherfuckin iceberg Got a project chica, named Rica She keep a purse full of dro' reefer Small, pinkies like that Talk 'til the paper fat I rock somethin, roll chief +Sacks+ like Daddy Fat! [Chorus] [Verse Four: Big Boi] Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin a nurse Leave you layin on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your momma in all black with a matchin purse I know you wanna blow up, but a funeral hurts What's worse, you can hit the mall and ball 'til you fall Have to make a collect call, but your cell cut off Trot to the mailbox thinkin a check but the mail's run short No more MD, DD, LD That means Movie Date, Dinner Date, Lunch Date, help me please My sheets is gone Long bread to the short bread, word is bond Meticulously pimpously serve the song Act a damn donkey Like the pilgrims when they popped a tag on the indians home Drop top rag-o with the weed gone Chillin, bags in the trunk full of FEO Schwartz for the chill'uns Spent a few shillings Sip a few chickens, lick a few kittens, just kiddin A fresh bowl of milk is in the fridge and Can you pop the tags on the honeycombs Or are you actin mad cause the money done slowed, down, just a little bit Dipped, poked out, did some shull-bit Actin like a pitfall bull-pit Dead game is the pul-pit Leave a motherpumper with his John Doe toe tag clipped Imperial classic, a lyrical thrashin A miracle happenin Jay-Z, Killer Mike and Big Boi rappin and rhymin and smabbin Pop that tag on some of this game Holla-tic, swallow and keep the change [Chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
[Intro/Chorus: Pharrell Williams]
You used to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!) But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!) Why not? -- You should be comin home with me Sittin in this lap with the luxury Now you can, come in the mornin while wakin up (Yeah!) Actin like you behave and stuff (Uh-huh!) You should be comin home with me Sittin in this lap with the luxury, now check it [Verse One: Jay-Z] + (Pharrell) Yes.. a lime to a lemon, my V-A women walk in Manolo Blahniks cause my condo with elevators in 'em She wanna wrinkle my linens So I sprinkle her with gin and then we begin sinnin, uhh Blasphemy, oh my God, we be sinnin She keeps scratchin me like she tiger in 'em This is exactly, why I had to pin her to the bed like a wrestler, her to press on her, uhh Her man kept pagin, stressin her So I told her what to say just in case he question her (Situations.. will arise, but you gotta be smart about it) No matter what you do, don't talk about us Don't give him no info, he'll be lost without it Just keep your mouth shut, we could do this again Bring a friend! [Chorus] [Verse Two: Jay-Z] Guess who's back in my motherfuckin house Half black, half white chick, I call her Minnie Mouse .. We always hook up when we out We do what we like to do and then we out But lately I've been havin the strangest feelings Your boy Young Hov' catchin feelings and it's messin up my dealings cause mami's not willin to leave her boyfriend, she call me her toy-friend Said, "We was just 'sposed to hook up and have a glass" She called me her emergency dick-in-the-glass Hehehe.. I had to laugh for a second Had to check myself, get my mackin back in perspective I slack for a second but I'm back, no question Like I walk with a cane, ain't no half-steppin! ... Jeah, and on that note Iceberg Slim is back to rock a boat, c'mon! [Chorus] [Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah [Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin [Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah [Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast maybe [Verse Three: Jay-Z] This is - if that kid don't get too suspicious Stop blowin up your digits Showin up livid, claimin he wanna fight But Shawn all business with his type (uh-uh) naw! Shawn just tryna keep the friendship tight Shawn to Sean Paul 'em if you "Gimmie the Light" And this way you can stay for life, aight? .. [Chorus] [Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah [Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] To the bright Shirley Murdock mornin [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Until we both start yawnin [Ph.W.] Let's just - fuck all night! Yeah [Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Have lunch, have dinner, back to breakfast baby [Ph.W.] Yeah [Jay-Z] Let's have breakfast baby [Chorus] |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Uhh, just point out the bounce
Uh-huh, show me the bounce, yeah Just point out the bounce, yeah Timbo the king, yeah Young Hov' the king, yeah Just point out the bounce.. Yes, just point out the bounce nigga Yo, listen Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever of a revolutionary Jay Guevero Now it's a whole museum of, Hov' MCers Everybody dupin the flow, you see 'em Everybody loopin up soul It's like you tryin to make "The Blueprint 2" before Hov' Shout out to Just Bleezy and, Kan-yeezy See how we adjusted the game so easy Chicks barely dancin, glancin every chance they get Like - oh shit, he's so handsome Still in demand in the longest run standin Kidnap rap seven years, no ransom Can't one nigga get it back no rap Young Hov's goin to Canton, I'm now eligible *Point out the bounce - and show you how to get this dough in large amounts 'til it's hard to count Point out the bounce - I turn a 8 to an ounce to a whole ki to the R.O.C. Point out the bounce - Timbo the king nigga Uhh, yeah, uhh Point out the bounce - jeah, Young Hov' the king nigga Uhh, I got y'all.. For those that think Hov' fingers bling bling'n Either haven't heard the album or they don't know english They only know what the single is, and singled that out to be the meaning of what he is about And bein I'm about my business, not minglin much runnin my mouth, that shit kept lingerin But no dummy, that's the shit I'm sprinklin The album width to keep the registers ringin In real life, I'm much more distinguished I'm like a bloke from London, England Jeah, you jinglin baby See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row Then I walk through the hood, where they up to no good Slangin them O's like a real O.G. should Oh, he's good, no he would never sell out he's so young * Repeat Magazines call me a rock star, girls call me cock star Billboard, pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-Town go-gettin pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread Man even said, "You're a monster!" Yeah, that's how I feel To be down, you must appeal To the crew, we're rated R O.C., O.G., Bobby Johnson son Ask me, "Rey-Rey, is that yo' car?" I seen MTV, I know who you are You did "Takeover," do you got beef with Nas? I did take over the game, brought back the soul Got tracks to go, got plaques that's gold Platinum to go, yeah that's the flow All I, know, I gots the flow And I don't play cause I'm from Chicago * Repeat **Point out the bounce ** Repeat (x5) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain (No the REAL hood the hood, not the RAP hood) (The REAL hood, like three pair of pants) My friends, I'll say it clear (pair of sneakers) (My moms is bustin her ass) State my case (Nigga I'm goin to Japan tomorrow!) Which I'm certain (You understand what I'm sayin? Can you believe that?) I lived a life that's full (They have people, waitin) (at the airport like five days like I'm a Beatle or somethin) (That's really somethin!) And I travelled each, and every highway (Seen the best of the best, the worst of the worst) and more Much more than this (still here) I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy Let's try this one Uhh, yeah... gangsta nigga! Put my hustle down, tore the game up nigga Took your high score down, put my name up nigga Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga I did it my way (and more.. much more than this) That's right, it's a beautiful thing man! (I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) I did it my way -- Hovi baby! Momma's youngest and strongest, survived summers like saunas Mastered a corner like Deion in his uniform Pop hurtin assertive, flirted with death Damn near murdered before my first album hit the shelf Grandma's favorite, she could not understand how there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor Has to explain to her, you think these folks want me in the penthouse as a reminder that I make top paper? Black entrepeneur, nobody did us no favors Nobody gave us shit, we made us The Rap Pack, I'm Sinatra, Dame's Sam Davis Big's the smart one on the low like Dean Martin We came in this game, not beggin niggaz pardon Demandin y'all respect, hand over a check And while y'all at it, hand over the jet We the reason they ain't hand over Def Jam so quick They new every year I was droppin new product I was raisin the stock up, while buildin the Roc up But that's alright, cause they knew they had to see us When it was time for us to re-up, make us multi-million-ires Je-je-jeah! (And more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) Jeah! "In My Lifetime" I caught smaller cases, but I had capital Hypocritic system let me right back at you You better hope a rich rapper never attacks you Not even that scratches you, 'specially if you black dude They don't give a shit unless the accused just happen to rap And they can look good by paintin him as bad news Cause in my past, I seen dudes get half of they views exposed to the curb and nobody said a word So imagine how disturbed I was When I seen how big they made my fight scene at the club Let me explain exactly how this shit was This nigga Un yo I scratched him, he went home without an aspirin But it's cool cause he's back friends, and half-inning is over It's in the past and I'm glad, now I'm back to bein Hova Me back with the chaffeur, laid back Helicopter seat, feat inclined, shit feelin like a sofa Helicopter meet me, Teta Vero(?) take me over somewhere peaceful for the weekend now it's back to speakin of vultures So the next time that page six approaches us Here's a quote from Jay, nigga I did it my - way (And more, much more than this; I did it myyyyyy wayyyyyyy) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Can you hear me now? Good! (Blueprint 2 baby!)
The best of times, it was the worst of times (aoww) It's "The Gift & the Curse" *R.O.C. YEAH, number one click HERE If you represent US, throw them diamonds up YEAH Now let's be CLEAR, I ain't goin no-WHERE Now that you KNOW, holla at your boy HOV'.. (Hov', Hov', Hov')(Hov', Hov', Hov', Hov') (overlapping : Yeah, Roc-A-Fella Records You know what diamond is We ain't goin nowhere, put your diamonds up) Standin in my b-boy stance Free, Beans, Memphis where you at nigga? (Right here) Snatch Cam and it's a rap This here rap belong to us, nobody strong as us, it's a fact Hold up I'm just warmin up, gimme a second to get it back Young Chris, Neek what? Oschino and Sparks Next summer's yo' summer, tear this motherfucker up Young is eternal, my young'uns'll burn you "The Blueprint" birthed, nigga I earthed you, you can't be serious Young cause I'm thirty-two, dressed like I'm twenty-two Flow like a 18, do what I wanna do Goin on my 8th ring, got Phil Jackson's and flow is black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, "Horse & Carriage" to spend like Mason Betha, chasin this cheddar, to the end of the road because the end I'm told is nearer than we know What can I say but live for today, HOV'! * Repeat Yeah, "The Blueprint 2" homey, follow the moves You put on two tube socks, you couldn't walk in my shoes I was dealt a bad hand, fuck what else could I do but keep somethin up my sleeve that'll help me through But can you believe, everywhere I'm at, models come through Cat-fightin, cat-walkin, it happens often It's true how society don't want me to move into the penthouse building with spectacular views They're like uhh, "He's a menace he could never be a tenant" I'm like ooh, what's a young nigga to do? I bring the brothers to the building give a feeling that I don't give a fuck we just chillin watchin chandelier ceilings high as fuck Old lady, don't blow my high 'specially if you don't know my life, don't make me bring Sharpton in it cause I'm dark-skinneded or dude with the 'fro and the Rainbow Coalition, I'ma victim of a single parent household, born in a mousehole Mousetrap, niggaz wanna know How so, how Jay get up out that, here, yeah I snatched purses I per-se-vered, yeah I had work, fiends purchased, it was clear I was out there sellin hope for despair, but stop there I swear, I only make good from my mouth to God's ears Had to get out the hood And I can't justify genocide But I was born in the city where the skinny niggaz die Born in the city where the skinny niggaz ride And as a skinny nigga I had beef with high size * Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz And it's a Heavy D product you bastards Come on Ha hey yo stop playin man This is real serious Ha (It's the rock) yeah yo Post Postatono, Hov' hangin with Bono You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo And you too can cool out poolside after Delano And you too flow like you was out of your mind yo And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way But even a broken clock is right two times a day You could have turned Guns into Roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen Let's go (C'mon) It's the Roc [repeat 4X] That's right It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards Too many District Attorneys concerned with the actions Of one individual he's criminally attached I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors While dating all the models and actresses I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio Trying not to mess up my axis kid On the road to riches through trafficking Through rappining whatever's happening Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren Every time I get out they put me right back in The Michael Corleone of the microphone The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems Have you ever known moss like a rolling stone Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon (C'mon) It's the Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) *Life is all about Guns and Roses Bittersweet like friends and foes Some get lucky and some get chosen Just like life, Guns and Roses * Repeat More Guns then Roses, foes is, visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain And in order to experience joy you need pain Every time a baby is born, somebody slain You know the saying, somebody's lose is another's gain The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again Everything evens up, you just wait Even a garbage can gets a steak You ain't even a garbage can you have faith But when it turns your way before it turns away To turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go (C'mon) It's the Roc [3X] (C'mon) That's right (C'mon) * Repeat Life is all about Guns and Roses * Repeat Life is all about Guns and Roses |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Time to duck, fire
Duck, fire, duck, fire Duck, fire, duck, FIYAAAAAAAHHH! (U Dont know what you're doing, doing, doing, doing) It's the MOP(Yes) 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 (SAME GAME!) 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 (WE HOLDIN IT DOWN HOLMES!)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 (The game aint changed)it just got harder Plus we sponsored by laz' Dame Dash and Mr. S. Carter Brownsville(yep), 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(WARRIORS!) And better than ya bank, and someone should be tellin 'em The veterans have came, and we're better in the game (YOU BETTER MAKE IT RAIN!) "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 aint these young ass kids (MOP!) The OG's repped and survived around this motherfucka (FIRST FAMILY!) 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 aint 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! |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Woo! Uhh, uhh It's "The Gift & the Curse" Uhh, uhh yea First they love me then they hate me then they love me again .. they love me again Let's take a trip down.. I gotcha Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetary Rain grey skies, seems at the end of every young black life is this line, "Damn - him already? Such a good kid," got us pourin Henn' already Liquor to the curb for my, niggaz up above When it, cracks through the pavement that's my way of sendin love So, give Big a hug, tell Aa-liyah I said hi 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that, caught some slugs And we loved him cause, in him we, saw some of us He walked like ussss, talked like ussss His back against the wall, nigga fought like us - damn Poor Isis, that's his momma name Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name? Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him Hot temper, momma said he act just like her husband Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him Isis blamin herself, she wish she coulda saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate End up, dead before thirty-eight and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust, dipped in WOO! She slipped into, her own fantasy world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and, this is her life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this night when, moon was full And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight Had her soundin like Lisa Lisa - I wonder if I take you home will you still love me after this night? Mike was the hardhead from the around the way that she wanted all her life, shit she wanted all the hype Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like It was a, dude named Shy who would really treat her right He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life But I-sis, liked this, Broadway life She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites Hangin out the window when she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would, be some fight that turned into a homicide that'll alter their life See Mike at thirty-two was still on the scene Had a son fifteen that he never saw twice Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like "If that was my son, he would look much different. See I'm light-skinnded and that baby there's dark so it's, momma's baby; poppa's maybe." Mike was still crazy out there runnin the streets (fuck niggaz want?) Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak He runnin around like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached this thug that, had a mean mug And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz" Told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (fuck you) Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (hold up) There was somethin in this man's face he knew he seen before It's like, lookin in the mirror seein hisself more mature And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord You know what they say about he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank The old man didn't think he just followed his instinct Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you're killin your son Six shots into his kid, out of the gun Niggaz be a father, you killin your sons Meet the parents.. {*echoes and slows down as it fades*} |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
(Please believe that) Some how some way
We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some way we gotta make it up out this life Weather we dribble out this motherfucker Rap metaphors and riddle out this motherfucker Work second floors, hospital out this motherfucker Some how we gotta get up out this motherfucker Some day the cops will kill a motherfucker I don't always want to be this drug dealing Motherfucker damn Wish I could take us all on this magic carpet ride Through the sky I Use to play the hall up fifth floor me and my boys we All poor getting high I seen the worst of the worst I deserve every blessing I received I'm from the dirt I planted my seed on unfertile land Myrtle Park Marcy, Flushing and Nostrand and Still I grew some how I knew the sun will shine through And touch my soul take hold of my hand Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how some way I gotta make it up out this life Some way I gotta make it up out this hood someday Talking:( To old Nell, Sigel street I ain't forget you) Twenty niggas on the block trying to chase that buck Nosey neighbors and haters keep their face on stuck Cops roll up on the pavement break the dice games up Behind smoke kids can't chase the ice cream truck Girls fighting over Rollie young boys hype things up Niggas fighting over Cold young boys light things up All the petty ass wars fuck the night scene up Remember Lil' Eddie man how he light mean up Then they wonder why we light green up Back to back steamers trying to relax but I can't I lean up ain't the L or the refer that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the block and all the mothers and kids That can't leave and how the Chinks gotta feed'em For the rest of their life fucking wings fried Vegetable rice(gotta be kidding) No breakfast Cap'n Crunch at night Our kids eating lunch at night In their beds all bunched in tight No less than three or four(you know how it go) Two by the foot two by the headboard Man I'm getting scared for them (Yeah I know) Thats how I feel for them And we gotta grip the shorties on the block All they do is smoke weed and drink forties Cop their quarties Enough to get the latest ROC, newest glock, and old Jordies Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood someday Some how some way We gonna make it up out this life Some how some way We gonna make it up out the hood one day Some way we gonna make it up out this life Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side Blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Nigga all got guns Over here we got this poor (?) get that there We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a slump house starving to death Serving these nigga flippers, quarter-ounces and Zippers agents snapping your picture neighbors Plotting to get ya Situations is critic I was out here to get it Living it like a savage cause nigga I gotta have it And holding back all the mothers for a minute Pumping hard dog Erase enough to walk it down and fuck it all dog Love being willied and your creek gonna rise I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise (Some how some way) (Some how some way) I'm be a nigga and these streets gonna rise Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some how some way We gotta make it up out this life Some how some way We gotta make it up out the hood some day Some way we gotta make it up out this life |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
That old fashioned word.. it's a word called LOVE!
Called looooove, called looo-oooo-oooo-oooo-oooo-ove Oh! This must be the way the nigga 'Pac felt when he made "Me Against the World," "All Eyez on Me" Y'all niggaz got me feelin like all eyes on me, me against the world Mmm, y'all got me on my shit Thought niggaz would appreciate what I did to this game Bein that, I'm flesh of your flesh, blood of your blood Come from the same hood you come from We share basically the same stories Thought niggaz would appreciate what I came and did since ninety-six, every year Somethin must be seriously wrong with the world I know y'all ain't hatin (Some people hate!) Don't tell me niggaz is hatin (Some people hate!) Nah.. you know what I think? (Some people hate!) I think.. (I think they've lost their minds) Think y'all lost your mind Y'all got me on my shit Raw rough and rugged, when addressin the mass public My attitude is fuck it cause motherfuckers love it Got a, chip on my shoulder the size of the Golden Nugget in Vegas And fuck bein famous, I came to get the butters I came from the gutter, my success in this game is sort of like "Pro-jectic Justice," a payment for brushes with police officers, a peace offering From the Gods for the streets I was tossed in 'Til I'm deceased in a coffin I'ma be a beast on these beats, releasin early and often Please, your disdain for the brothers ain't gon' change the numbers It's the strengthenin of chain among us Please, we ain't afraid of none of yas, who want it with us? Ain't nuttin changed since the ninety-six summers, c'mon (Some people hate!) Jeah, uh, yeah (Some people hate!) Uh, uhh, uhh (Some people hate!) Yeah.. you know what I think? (I think they've lost their minds) They say success breeds envy I guess it's just the penalty of leadership I guess I'm what niggaz wanna be and shit Or niggaz just bored, wanna be in shit 'Fore they get to rappin, start believin it Think they Ali and shit I roll with the punches so I survive I bob and weave, move my feet from side to side I'm back, stronger than ever, surprise surprise They try to take me out the game, but I's alive It's like a old negro spiritual, but I mastered Tobey With a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus in your life.. it's either that or y'all gon' make me put the double Desert Eagles in your life, nigga! (Some people hate!) I know niggaz are hatin man, let me find out (Some people hate!)Jealousy's a weak emotion, y'all gotta overcome that man (Some people kill their brothers)C'mon man be stronger than that.. you know what I think? (I think they've lost their minds) You'll be aight though Au contraire nigga, I am here cause I earned the shit By ridin out, when niggaz had learner's permit We bring the knives out, or we let them burners spit I bring them pies out if niggaz wanna burn the strip Bring your rides out, bring your buggy eyes out, turn your 6 I laid back in the (?) Nigga this the payback, I know you bitch niggaz from way back Niggaz wanna clown but the pound it don't play dat Get yourself found, drowned, where the lake at Run up on 'em +Notoriously+, "Take that!" (take that) And then we comin where your wake at Eight maniac cats strapped with gats, you can hate that Face facts, fake rap cats can't take back what I took back to the Brook', look (Some people hate!) (Some people hate!) (Some people kill their brothers) (I think they've lost their minds) (And I'm hung up.. ohh..) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that (Jay-Z won't hold my hand no more)
Jay-Z this, Jay-Z that Jay-Z that, Jay-Z this (Jay-Z won't give e no money) Get off Jay-Z dick What y'all niggas get front page articles, y'all mention Jay- Z name (This thing on?) Jay-Z, Jay-Z, in Jay-Z news I understand what y'all trying to do I brought the flutes this time, though I unleashed the flutes on them, guru Gimme some more music in the headphone Let's get the proceedings proceeding this evening Let's do this thing (let's do it right this time) C'mon H, O V A I got my mojo back baby, oh behave Naw, naw, don't be afraid Y'all and your articles, hard to spit at Jay Y'all from afar threw thoughts my way What you thought, I would naught have nothing to say? Nope! Y'all fell into the booby trap I set the trap just to see dude react, and now And now you'se can't leave You opened the door god, I'm at you annually And I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what it is But you can't give cred to anything dude says Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head (Shortyyyy!) It's time to wake up the dead You sound a little naive in them articles that I read *H, O V A The Blueprint 2 baby, on the way H, O V A I got my mojo back baby, oh behave * Repeat Can't y'all, see that he's fake, the rap version of TD jakes Prophesizing on your CDs and tapes Won't break you a crumb of the little bit that he makes And this is with whom you want to place your faith? I put dollars on mine, ask Columbine When the Twin Towers dropped, I was the first in line Donating proceeds off every ticket sold When I was out on the road, that's how you judge Hov, no? Ain't I supposed to be absorbed myself? Every time there's a tragedy, I'm the first one to help They call me this misogynist, but they don't call me the dude To take his dollars to give gifts at the projects These dudes is all politics, depositing checks they put in they pocket, all you get in return is a lot of lip And y'all buy the shit, caught up in the hype Cause the nigga wear a coofie, it don't mean that he bright Cause you don't understand him, it don't mean that he nice It just means you don't understand all the bullshit that he write Is it "Oochie Wally Wally" or is it "One Mic"? Is it "Black Girl Lost" or shorty owe you for ice? I've been real all my life, they confuse it with conceit Since I will not lose, they try to help him cheat But I will not lose, for even in defeat There's a valuable lesson learned, so it evens it up for me When the grass is cut, the snakes will show I gotta thank the little homie Nas for that though Saving me the hassle of speaking to half of these assholes And I'ma let karma catch up to Jaz-O, whoa I'm back before you had a chance to miss me My mama can't save you this time, niggas is history Who you know flow vicious as me? Yet so religiously, that's why they call me ov I get the spoils cause the victor is me (me, nigga) You're an actor, you're not who you're picted to be The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me I gave you life when niggas was forgetting ou emcee I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me You should be happy to be in my presence, I should charge you a fee I'm Big Dog, Glenn Rob, listen God you a flea And the little homey Jungle is a garden to me What's the problem B? You not as hard as me Nigga hard as we, nigga R O C, nigga That's why they follow me, they feel my pain and my agony, nigga I won't rest till you on one knee You want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga Until you on one knee, you want war then it's war's gonna be, nigga * Repeat (x2) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
What, uh, c'mon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (it's too
late) It's too late for that Don't gotta to spit that game Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that Keep the change, my nigga, it's too late for that Uh, uh, young, Neptunes, Young Chris, ROC Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla *My nigga, please - you ain't signing no checks like these My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these My nigga, please - you ain't holding no tecks like these My nigga, please - you don't pop in vest like these My nigga please, uh-huh, uh, This my world, pimp stroll Nigga please, you ain't start out from your trunk Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk Nigga please, chumps don't tour like us You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus Nigga please, you ain't got your neck all froze With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes Nigga please, you don't be getting no hoes With La Perla on they cheeks, can't be messing with cheap chicks Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans Manolo Blahnik I'm going through they body like an ultrasonic You ain't got 'em blowing no chronic Divine intervention, you can't prevent me from shining Nigga please, I been around the world Damn near beat Jordan in around-the-world Nigga please, you can't even hold my shoes I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you * Repeat (+ ad libs) Uh, pimp strolling on 'em Black diamonds, rose goldin' on 'em paper foldin' on 'em Snuck pass the dog noses with the Foldger's on 'em Keys, Saran Wrap with petroleum on 'em Snitch got pinched but he toned it on 'em Lawyers got it adjourned, try {?} on 'em Witnesses, it's no holdin' on 'em Just George Jefferson strollin' on 'em Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be My videos is like real TV That chick, that's me, that six, that's me That boat, I had it on the Mediterranean sea Nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) Yo, yo, Nigga please, y'all ain't seeing no checks like these (no) Y'all don't run up in record labels demanding respect like we Y'all don't rock your Roc-A-Wear Nike checks like we Y'all coach class, y'all never private jet like we My nigga please, y'all don't smoke the sour diesel like us You don't go to Pop and get ya flour cheaper than us Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us And repeat it we must, y'all don't re-up like us Ay, y'all ain't being like us, 'cause y'all don't see it like us The move the D's when they rush My nigga please, they must be on E's and dust Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame Dash, Kareem Nigga please, somebody must've gassed your team Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (GangGreen) My nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) Amazing man, got your aerosol, I made my money, but don't trouble the law I keep the womens around I got the gremlin's crazy And wanna know the time Better have me shades, see My nigga please * Repeat (+ ad libs) |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Uhh, yeah, uh-uhh-uh
Uh-huh, uh-uh-uhh, uhh, uhh I ain't tryin to be RUDE DUDE but give a nigga some space I ain't tryin to be rude dude Just, give a nigga some space Just tryin to talk honey dog I ain't got time to waste (check it) Why is you over here lookin at me while all these girls up in here? What you gay? Nigga Jay straight like indian hair Y'all don't want me to spray the semi in here I mean if you a fan I consider you fam' But shake a nigga hand, but shit god damn All that ("Do you remember me dawg?") Nah I'm drawin a blank You got me feelin like a fish, in a fish tank Just think, if you came to a club Tryin to find a little hon for some one-night love 'Stead you got another nigga all up in your mug You make me uncomfortable thug, go thatta-way! And kill the ice grill homes Cause I keep enough heat to melt THAT away I came in some sweats, I came to get met Tryin to find a chick that make it hard for me to "next!" We exit stage left, hope in the Lexus Treat me like a baby, mouth on her breast-es.. may I suggest that it's a lot of long-legged chicks in short-ass dresses.. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one, damn.. go find you one Go get your dance on, go grind on one *Quick question - yo, why you over here? So many hoes in here My office hours 9 to 5, whyon'tcha call me there It's so many hoes in here I ain't tryin to be rude dude, whyon'tcha dissapear? There's so many hoes in here I understand you got issues but I really don't care There's so many hoes in here Yea yea yea I know you rap and your sister spit too You been callin the office and you can't get through I understand all that, but now ain't the time I came to the club to get that off my mind And all you thugs with your war stories startin to bore me I ain't tryin to hear about your guts and glory I'm tryin to hear B.I.G. and some cuts from Nore And you keep talkin over the beat like Clue ("Do you remember?").. go find somethin to do You're a janitor, go find somethin to screw Disappear like Copperfield, go cop a feel Play hide and seek witchaself for real, huh The chick came dressed up just to get messed up She got her hair done, just to get it sweated up Shit I'm tryin to help her out Whyon'tcha help me out and be out? * Repeat Jeah, jeah, jeah You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space You need to, be easy, ahh You're invadin my space C'mon dawg, be easy, ahh Uh-uh, I don't know why they do that Heh, I don't understand Heh, what you need to do, is.. Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here Stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here C'mon dawg, stop spittin in my face and go talk to them hoes in here be easy |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
We're the ones with the flame (Yeah)
We're the fire that remains (Turn Rell up a little bit) We're controllin' the game from now on (Huh) Yeah! It's the world reknown Internationally connected Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records Don't get it confused (Roc, baby) Doin' what we do (It's The Roc, baby) B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (You understand) Introducin' It's Young C (Young C!) Home of Philly, young and hungry All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me And every hood in the world discussin' me I hated once when I didn't give it up to Neef It's Neef Buck (Neef Buck!) Out the cut (Out the cut!) All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us It ain't a game, niggas know that they Toys R Us They can't fuck with us AAAWWWWWW I'm the one Man I'm money, hoes, clothes and shows To do with your ho all wrapped in one I'm not done Man, I'm the shit after its all said and done The one to cop one, come back for another one Quick fast, like rapid refund I'm the grrrrrrr mean green out the money machine I'm not done I'm Omilio, and interviews thought you could hold Sparks in the hood And you like it All those haters talkin shit we don't like it We love it That black mask, black glove shit Roll up on him don't budge, bitch With my mack, and my tech And my vest, just like that For them niggas thinkin' Mack Milli not really from the streets I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW It's young Free Move, workin' the wheel Hand jerkin' the V Busters don't let you crossed the line Thinkin I'm off my job But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz Thinkin them slugs'll fly Call me P.C. Tempers feelin', I peel Look how I'm killin' the wheel The fitted tilt to the left The shirt blend with the sweats Your girls skirts invest She undressin', don't stare Check the picture nigga I'm the one Young H-O, a game of one What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung Listen hon, twist one, this Armi, sip some It's only 40 proof, it feel like 151 When I'm done Make a run with The Roc Rock Air Force 1's Rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like it No, we love it I got a mommy with a body, don't touch it You can't fuck wit Young Easy, I on the Just Blaze production You get nothin' We get enough spins Can't stop us from coppin bottles while we clubbin' It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh! Those seen here we'll lead you forever And we will not leave you, never And our voices will ring (rrriinngg) together As one AAAWWWWW |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
This here's a ballad for all the fallen soldiers
I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got in common is pain (forget about me for a second) Picture split screen On one side we got a hustler getting ready for the block (human beings) Other side you got the soldier getting ready for bootcamp (soldiers) They're both at war (this is life) Stay with us *Did you ever notice, before you think, life goes fast So don't you worry, about what you see, it will pass You lost him mama, the wars calling him Feel its his duty to fall in line with all of them He's a soldier Rose through the ranks as the head of your house hold Now its time to provide bank Like he's supposed tah Now just remember while he's going to November Theres part of him growing up His shirts soaks up your tears as he holds yah Your heart beatin so fast speeding his pulse up Yeah i know it sucks, Life aint a rose bud A couple of speed bumps You gotta take your lumps Off to Bootcamp, the worlds facing terror Bin Laden been happenin in Manhatten Crack was anthrax back then, back when Police was Al'Qaeda to black men While I was out there hustling sinning with no religion He was off the wall killing for a living * Repeat Days turn to nights, nights turn to years Years turn to "how the fuck we make it in here?" My barracks average couple fights a day Get you locked in a hole wont see the light of day And I feel like I'm just writing my life away I never thought shit could end up quite this way There's a war going on outside no man is safe from I'm here for the good fight only the fakes run I'm here for the purple heart, if I cant take one For my team or my siblings whats my reason for living? I love my niggas more then anything else This war's about my family, me needin the wealth You dont understand how useless as men we felt Till you become a 5 star general Shout out to my niggas that's locked in jail P.O.W.'s thats still in the war for real * Repeat Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on I've gotta chase (gotta chase it) If I'm gonna make it (gonna make it) Your baby boy is getting grown So your baby boy is moving on I'm gonna make it Even if I gotta take it (gotta take it) Mama said pray your sons becoming a man This wars taxin to 'em like Uncle Sam Hear the noise make the right choice, understand Every choice that he make he makes it for his fam It's death before dishonour And if hes gone you should honor his memory Dont cry we all gonna die eventually But if he's locked in the penetentiary send him some energy They all winners to me (What's up kid?) * Repeat |
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from Jay-Z - The Blueprint 2 : The Gift & The Curse (2002)
Catch up, niggas
Damn you fadin' hov, how you gave 'em that? All the martika, with the alligator strap Sick of y'all niggaz with ya now or later raps Rap about it now, hope you get it later Do a couple shows, hope you niggas is savin' up I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON This particular watch be a one of one That means none before it, none to come The homie that's rappin' be the only one that has it I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON You ain't heard? I push the sixes when the fives is out You can't fight me, in the porsche I'll box you out I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON We don't drive X5's we give 'em to baby-mammas Push the big top that shake like the canvas, chickens snackbox I get it crackin' when I'm backing out the garage A 360 drop farage, shutdown manhattan Bucket low, like fuck it, though Nights on, daytime, lights on, hell yeah I'm frontin' but you love it, though I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Nigga I'm a check writer your royalty recievers Y'all eaten off Pa Dem, on the low like a cesar Pay ya taxes, you niggaz is husttlin' backwards I cop and crash whips, Jay is a bastard I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON How you want it, my jeans is 300 This ain't Diesel, nigga, these is Evisu Top is rock, you know the rest A big bucket of frozen water on my chest I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS SON Get a crate, some crack, and some house slippers A newspaper, look out boy, and get ya chips up Or get a gun, a mask an escape route Some ducktape'll make 'em take you to the house And ma don't give him nothin', unless he treatin' you special Soon he'll get desperate, and go down and bless you And when he come up for air, with a mouth full of hair Just grab your coach bag and get the fuck outta there, yeah I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON Look, think big, fuck getting your nails done Think cars, cribs, jewels, some shit for your son Don't let 'em give you, hard dick and bubble gum Make him cop the Lex bubble, 2001 hon I'LL SHOW YOU HOW TO DO THIS HON And if your man got you bangin' up, it could be worse Just put a little in the baggy, put a little in the purse |
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