Jay-Z

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

[talking]
Uhh uhh uhh.
You ready B? Let's go get 'em..

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
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

[Chorus]
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.
[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend.
[Bey] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend.

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
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!

[Chorus]

[Beyonce]
(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

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

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 pharoahess 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 holla all I need in This life of sin is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to 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 to the very end it's me And my boyfriend 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 Hermes burkin bag manolo blahnik timbs Aviator lens 600 drops her cedes 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 all I need in this life so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend All I need in this life so sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to The very end it's me and my boyfriend If I was your girlfriend I'll be there for you if somebody hurts you Even if that somebody teasin' was Me Yeah~hee 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 my love and 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 my love and My trust if you was my boyfriend all I need in this life of sin is me And my girlfriend down to ride to 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 to the Very end it's me and my boyfriend~

[Beanie Sigel]

1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy

What's the problem shorty?


[Shorty]

Yeah whattup man

I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man

I'm tryin to lock the spot down, holla at me


[Beanie Sigel]

Alright; hold on - Hova, line one


[Jay-Z]

Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it

You find a dude in town, you send him a short message

Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I don't know my way around

but I got some soft white that's sure to come back brown

I get that butter all night

cause most niggaz don't know a brick from a bike

They keep buyin hard white

And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price

FYI, I never been robbed in my life"

Or -- you find a chick, shit, you hole up in her crib and

let her introduce you 'round town like her man

Shake hands, make friends like it's all innocent

then -- before they look up you sellin the town cook-up

Or -- gorilla pimp, come up on that killer shit

Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them

Still there Brooklyn?


[Shorty]

Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one


[Jay-Z]

Make out a check for eight hundred dollars

Jigga Man, holla {*click*, *dial tone*}


[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy

[Chris] Whassup Sig? This Chris out the Young Guns dog

[Beans] Whattup?

[Chris] I'm ready to smash these niggaz in the rap game

The niggaz takin too long with that advance money and shit

[Beans] Yeah

[Chris] Talkin 'bout chill, chill don't pay the bills

[Beans] Yeah I feel that

[Chris] I know you well connected dog

Let me holla at somebody real

[Beans] Aight look, I got the perfect person for you, hold on

Bleek, line two


[Memphis Bleek]

Listen shorty, you wanna roll just give me the word

I ain't got time for a sentence all that shit is absurd

You find a strip first, if you don't cook find a bitch first

If you don't hustle find a nigga who pitch first

You new in town, no red and blue in town, there's gangs

Don't get fresh, let 'em know you small change

The strong move quiet, the weak start riots

We know you got a brick but sell 'em twenties til they tired

With no credit, you know you sick with that gotta eat fetish

and other niggaz who gettin it - DEAD IT

Make 'em an offer that they can't refuse

He resists, box him in, til he can't be moved

Here's the rules: chop it, bag it, stash it, stack it

Get in, get out - that's a O.G.'s classic

900-Hustler, you pass it around

Wanna speak to me direct, hit extension trey-pound, I'm out

{*click*, *dial tone*}


[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your dog

What seem to be the problem young boy?

[MDKHN] Yo whattup, this Murder Def Kill Homicide Nigga

(??) I got two freaks

[Beans] Yo watch your fuckin mouth man

[MDKHN] Fuck you mean watch my mouth nigga?

Been on hold for about two hours nigga

[Beans] I don't give a fuck how long you been on the line;

shut the fuck up! Matter of fact, hold on

{*click*, *classical type music plays*}

[MDKHN] I know this nigga ain't just put.. put me on hold man

This bullshit-ass elevator music

[Beans] Free, pick up line five


[Free]

First things first, watch what you say out your mouth

when you talkin on the phone to hus-tlers

Never play the house, stink 'dro, keep weed in the couch

when you sittin in the presence of cus-tomers

Never hold out, pull out, throw heat and be out

if a nigga ever think that he touchin-ya

Lay low, get cake, whip all over the state

Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (hoe!)

Nigga too close went right around his place (yo!)

You stoppin dough when we clutchin the gats?

I know you heard "Friend or Foe," this ain't different from that

Make sure you got your four-four and he can slip if he like

Young, Jon Benet doin a mission tonight and yo

until you up stay away from them dice and whores

Three smuts, two streaks and a dyke

can pause one-three rumbles two streaks and a pipe for sure

And if it's tight, then he might come back for more

Nine and four, everyday back and forth

Winter to summer, 1-900-Hustler

Pass the number til you're stackin balls

Tell you how to weigh shit wet and package more

I take cash or write the check out to F-R

two E's, that'll be two G's

And forget my money I'm comin for all your ki's, nigga

{*click*, *dial tone*}


[Beans] 1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy dog

[MDKHN] Yo whattup young, you put me on hold earlier man what happened

[Beans] Yeah you stupid motherfucker {MDKHN: Watch your mouth man}

you talkin all reckless on the phone

[Beans] Fuck you think this the,

Get-Indicted-Hotline or somethin motherfucker?

[MDKHN] Yo, my bad man, my bad

I know I was talkin reckless earlier about them two chickens

You get it, you know, two chickens? But listen

[Beans] What?

[MDKHN] Just tell me how to move this shit man

I'm pushin hardly half a wing back nigga, holla

[Beans] Get a job, holla at Perdue!

{*click*, *dial tone*}

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

{*people clapping*}
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

[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Y'all motherf**kers musta hear that Tribe Called Quest, let's do it again
Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 3X*
Well I'm gone... check this out
Too much West coast dick-lickin, and too many n***az on a mission
Doin your best Jay-Z rendition
Too many rough motherf**kers, I got my suspicions
that you're just a fish in a pool of sharks n***a, 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 n***az 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 n***az ride mine
so I change styles every two rhymes, hah, what the f**k
That's 22 too's for y'all motherf**kers out there, yaknahmean?
Shall I continue? Check it out, what?

Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) *repeat 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 n***az, 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, f**k, felony after felony, what?
n***a ya broke, what the f**k 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 f**k 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...

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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If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one
I got the Rap Patrol
on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure
my casket's closed
Rap critics that say
he's Money Cash Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
in your zapatoes
You'd celebrate the minute
you was havin dough
I'm like fuck critics
you can kiss my whole ass hole
If you like my lyrics
you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio
if I play they show
they play my hits
well I give a shit SO
Rap mags try
and use my black ass
So advertisers can
give 'em more cash for ads fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence
that Jay Z has
I'm from rags to riches
niggaz I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
year is ninety four
in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror
is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y'all
pull over the car
or bounce on the Devil
put the pedal to the floor
And I ain't tryin to see no high
way chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars
I can fight the case
So I pull over to the
side of the road
Son do you know
why I'm stoppin you for
Cause I'm young and I'm black
and my hat's real low
do I look like a
mindreader sir
I don't know
Am I under arrest or should
I guess some mo
Well you was doin fifty five
in the fifty four
license and registration
and step out of the car
are you carryin a weapon on you
I know a lot you are
I ain't steppin out of shit
all my papers legit
Well do you mind
if I look around
the car a little bit
Well my glove
compartment is locked
so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights
so you gon'
need a warrant for that
Aren't you sharp as a tack
You some type oflawyer or somethin
somebody important or somethin
Child I ain't passed the bar
but I know low little
Enough that you won't
illegally search my shit
we'll see how smart you are
when the canine comes
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
Now once upon a time
not too long ago
A nigga like myself
had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense
havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no
God damn sense
try an' push me
I try to ignore
talk to the Lord
Pray for him
but some fools
just love to perform
You know the type
loud as a motorbike
But wouldn't bust a grape
in a fruit fight
And only thing that's gon'
happen is I'ma get
to clappin and
he and his boys gon' be
yappin to the Captain
And there I go
trapped in Kit Kat again
Back through the system
with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor
scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras
snappin them D A
try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill' for bail
cause I'm African
All because this fool
was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like
he's saccharin
But ain't nuttin sweet bout
I hold my gun
I got 99 problems
and a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me
99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
but a bitch ain't one hit me

Havin girl problems
I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems
and a bitch ain't one
You crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy

If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one
I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket′s closed
Rap critics that say he′s ′Money, Cash, Hoes′
I′m from the hood stupid, what type of facts are those?
If you grew up with holes in your zapatoes
You′d celebrate the minute you was havin dough
I′m like fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don′t like my lyrics, you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don′t play they show
they don′t play my hits - well I don′t give a shit, SO!
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give ′em more cash for ads, fuckers!
I don′t know what you take me as
Or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I′m from, rags to riches, niggaz I ain′t dumb
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

The year is ninety-four, in my trunk is raw
In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin law
Got two choices y′all, pull over the car or (hmm)
bounce on the Devil, put the pedal to the floor
And I ain′t tryin to see no highway chase with Jake
Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case
So I, pull over to the side of the road
′Son do you know why I′m stoppin you for?′
Cause I′m young and I′m black and my hat′s real low
Or do I look like a mindreader sir? I don′t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo′?
′Well you was doin fifty-five in the fifty-four;
license and registration and step out of the car -
are you carryin a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are′
I ain′t steppin out of shit, all my papers legit
′Well do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?′
Well my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back
And I know my rights, so you gon′ need a warrant for that
′Aren′t you sharp as a tack! You some type of
lawyer or somethin, somebody important or somethin?′
Child I ain′t passed the bar, but I know a little bit
Enough that you won′t illegally search my shit
′Well we′ll see how smart you are when the canine comes′
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

Now once upon a time, not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strongarm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of havin a pussy
But a pussy havin no God damn sense, try an′ push me
I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord
Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform
You know the type, loud as a motorbike
But wouldn′t bust a grape in a fruit fight
And only thing that′s gon′ happen is I′ma get to clappin and
he and his boys gon′ be yappin to the Captain
And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again
Back through the system with the riff-raff again
Fiends on the floor, scratchin again
Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin them
D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again
Half a mill′ for bail cause I′m African
All because this fool was harassin them
Tryin to play the boy like he′s saccharin
But ain′t nuttin sweet bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems B and a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

99 problems but a bitch ain′t one
If you havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain′t one - hit me!

.. Whoo! Whoo! Uh, uh
Havin girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain′t one, ha ha!
You crazy for this one Rick! It′s your boy!

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

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

A Dream

[Jay-Z] It was all a dream
{*scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.*}

[Faith Evans] + (Jay-Z)
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..

[Jay-Z]
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

[Faith Evans]
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

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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

[Faith Evans]
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"*}
{*"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"*}

[the beat drops out and Jay-Z raps the next part acapella]

[Jay-Z]
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

feat. Faith Evans, Notorious B.I.G.

[Jay-Z] It was all a dream
[scratched simultaneously: "It was all a dream" - B.I.G.]

[Faith Evans + (Jay-Z)]
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..

[Jay-Z]
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

[Faith Evans]
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

[Notorious B.I.G.]
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

[Faith Evans]
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")
("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")

[the beat drops out and Jay-Z raps the next part acapella]

[Jay-Z]
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

[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

I keep you fresher than the next chick
No need for you to ever sweat the next chick
With speed, I make the best chick see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus, no driver
Gotcha own 2001, to ride it
Keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, conniving

Yeah, 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
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life, laugin', my thing is tight
Let me hear ya'll

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
Friends they tell me I should leave you alone
Tell the freaks to find a man of there own, man a they own

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)

[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

[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

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*}

Swear to God I just touched down

[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya)
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

[Jay-Z]
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

[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya)
All around the world.. (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-Town.. all around the world

[Jay-Z]
Said it's all love, Shore 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 Yves-Saint Laruent, 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, tell the pilot keep the engine
runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
St. Bart's 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

[LaToiya]
Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade
All around the world

[Jay-Z]
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

[LaToiya]
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*}

Swear to God I just touched down

[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya)
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

[Jay-Z]
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

[Chorus: Jay-Z] + (LaToiya)
All around the world.. (same song)
Brooklyn bombers (same song)
Detroit players (same song)
Chi-Town.. all around the world

[Jay-Z]
Said it's all love, Shore 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 Yves-Saint Laruent, 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, tell the pilot keep the engine
runnin then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard
St. Bart's 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

[LaToiya]
Sade, Sade, don't you know I love you sweet Sade, Sade
All around the world

[Jay-Z]
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

[LaToiya]
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*}

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)

Young! For life
Once again it's the life, yessss
(I don't know why, I.. get so high on)
It's intoxicatin man, y'all don't know why you do what you do
(Get so high on, get so high - high off the life)

[Verse One]
The allure of breakin the law
Is always too much for me to ever ignore
I gotta thing for them big body Benzes, it dulls my senses
In love with a V-Dub engine
Man I'm high off life, fuck it I'm wasted
Bey Venay kicks, or them Marvin Kaye wrists
My women friend get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice, get they winters replaced with
the sun, it ain't even fun no more I'm jaded
Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it
I put my feet in the footprints left to me
Without sayin a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy
Man my brother hustled so, naturally
Up next is me, but what perplexes me
Shit I know how this movie ends, still I play
the starrin role in "Hovito's Way"

[Chorus]
It's just life, I solemnly swear
To change my approach, stop shavin coke
Stay away from hoes, put down the toast
Cause I be doin the most.. oh no!
But every time I felt that was that, it called me right back
It called me right back, man it called me right back - oh no!

[Verse Two]
I'm like a Russian mobster, drinkin distilled vodka
'Til I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real
Pillow-top him like a toupee
Mix the water, with the soda
Turn the pot up make a souflee
All of y'all can get it like group-ays in your 2-way
I'm livin proof that crime do pay
Say hooray to the bad guy, and all the broads
puttin cars in they name for the stars of the game
Puttin 'caine in they bras and their tomorrows on the train
All in the name of love
Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came
over the house to take back, everything that they claimed
Or even the worst pain is the distress
Learnin you're the mistress only after that love gets slain
And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust
Now it gets tough to ever love a-gain
But the allure of the game, keeps callin your name
To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain
To all the Christies in every cities and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers, in love with the same thang

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
I never felt more alive than ridin shotgun
In Cline's green 5 until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need
what the game did to my pulse, with no results
And you can treat your nose and still won't come close
The game is a lightbulb with eleventy-million volts
And I'm just a mark, addicted to the floss
And doors lift from the floor and the tops come off
By any means necessary, whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost..
And I can't explain why, I just love to get high
Drink life, smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times
I may not even be alive
How mean James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dyin young, leavin a good lookin corpse
Of course

[Chorus]

Once again it's the life
I said it's the life
Once again it's the life - oh no!
(I don't why I) why I (get so high on)
get so (get so high on) uh-huh
(get so high - high off the life!)
Hahahahahahaha - woo!

It's intoxicatin man y'all
know why you do what you do

The allure of breakin the law
Is always too much
for me to ever ignore
I gotta thing for them big body
Benzes it dulls my senses
In love with a V Dub engine
Man I'm high off life
fuck it I'm wasted
Bey Venay kicks
or them Marvin Kaye wrists
My women friend
get tennis bracelets
Trips to Venice
get they winters
replaced with the sun
it ain't even fun no more
I'm jaded
Man it's just a game
I just play it to play it
put my feet
in the footprints left to me
Without sayin a word
the ghetto's
got a mental telepathy
Man my brother
hustled so naturally
Up next is me
but what perplexes me
Shit I know how this movie ends
still I play
starrin role in Hovito's Way
It's just life I solemnly swear
To change my approach
stop shavin coke
Stay away from hoes
put down the toast
Cause I be doin the most
But every time
I felt that was that
it called right back
It called right back
man it called me right back
I'm like a Russian mobster
drinkin distilled vodka
'Til I'm under
the field with Hoffa it's real
Pillow top him like a toupee
Mix the water with the soda
Turn the pot up make a souflee
All of y'all can get it
like group ays in your 2 way
I'm livin proof that crime do pay
Say hooray to the bad guy
and all the broads
puttin cars in they name
for the stars of the game
Puttin 'caine in they bras
and their tomorrows on the train
All in the name of love
Just to see that love
locked in chains
and the family came
over the house to take back
everything that they claimed
Or even the worst pain
is the distress
Learnin you're the mistress
only after that love gets slain
And the anger
and the sorrow mixed up
leads to mistrust
Now it gets tough
to ever love again
But the allure of the game
keeps callin your name
all the Lauras of the world
I feel your pain
To all the
Christies in every cities
and Tiffany Lanes
We all hustlers
in love with the same thang
It's just life I some swear
To change my approach
stop shavin coke
Stay away from hoes
put down the toast
Cause I be doin the most
But every time
I felt that was that
it called right back
It called right back
man it called me right back
I never felt more alive
than ridin shotgun
In Cline's green 5
until the cops pulled guns
And I tried to smoke
weed to give me the fix I need
what the game did to my pulse
with no results
And you can treat your nose
still won't come close
The game is a lightbulb
with eleventy million volts
And I'm just a mark
addicted to the floss
And doors lift from the floor
and the tops come off
By any means necessary
whatever the cost
Even if it means lives is lost
And I can't explain why
I just love to get high
Drink life
smoke the blueberry sky
blink twice
I'm in the blueberry 5
you blink three times
I may not even be alive
How mean James Dean
couldn't escape the allure
Dyin young
leavin a good lookin corpse
Of course solemnly swear
To change my approach
stop shavin coke
Stay away from hoes
put down the toast
Cause I be doin the most
But every time
I felt that was that
it call me right back
it call me right back
man it called me right back
what's the getting sir life
yeah tell it's a life
what's the getting sir life

Yeezy !!! Hova !!!
Let's Go
Yeezy !! Hova !!

(2X)
Love me or leave me alone
Either love me or leave me alone

(Chorus: Kid Cudi)
Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall)
Fall from the top (top)
They want me to drop (drop)
They want me to stop (stop)
They want me to gooo (goooo)
I'm already gone (already)
The shit that I'm on (hey!)
I'm already homeeee

(Jay-Z)
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
now one mo' gin

Ohhh, they want me to fall (fall)
Fall from the top (top)
They want me to drop (drop)
They want me to stop (nooo)
They want me to gooo (nooo)
I'm already gone (gone)
The shit that I'm on (already)
I'm already homeeee

Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home
Hey, I'm already home

(Verse 1: Jay-Z)
These niggas want me to go
Don't they know that I'm gone?
They know I'm space shuttle level
They need ox-y-g-g-g-gen
Don't they know that they borin'?
Don't they know that I yawn
Only time they excitin' is when they're mentionin' Shawn
You seen "Single White Female" when she dyed her hair blond?
Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them
Somebody turn these boys off
Don't they know that I'm on
Can't they see that it's foolish to try to kill me with songs?
What the fuck are they Lauryn? you "Killing Me Softly"
You talk me to death, only thing you could do to him
I opened the door for them, what else could I do?
These niggas want me to walk for them
But somebody talk to them
before I go off on them...

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Jay-Z)
I taught 'em 'bout fishscale, they want me to fish for them
They want me to catch, clean... and cook up the dish for them
All of this just for them or they got a diss for him
They want me to disappear, like it's gon' shift for them
They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit for them
But what they admitting is, they ain't got shit for him
And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket
not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets
Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches
So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missin'?
Nigga I been missin', nigga I been gone
The shit that you just witnessin' end, I been on
And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it
Everybody could tell you how to do it, they never did it
Now these niggas is mad, oh, they call me a camel
But I mastered the drought, what the fuck, I'm an animal
Half man, half mammal
My sign is a Sag, this is just what I planned to do
Oh don't be maddddd

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I'm in the Hall already, on The Wall already
I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already
On another level, on another plane already
H-O-V, I got my own lane, already (already)
..I done cooked up "The Roc" already
So why the fuck can't y'all get hot already? (already)
Put your name in the pot already
Niggas compare me with Biggie & 'Pac already (already)
Like I'm gone already
And I am, nigga I'm "Already Home" already (already)
If y'all can't already see
I ain't worried bout y'all cuz I'm already me
Yea...do you already
Enough with the complainin', boo-hoos already
...Eat food already
Ain't nothin' given, you gotta claim your shoes already


Yea
So in summation, I don't know who you racin'
I'm already at the finish line with the flag wavin'
c'mon

(Chorus: 2x)

edited by Dean Jones

(Marvin Gaye) dreamed of you this morning than came the dawn and i thought that you were here with me if you could only see how much you mean that's all, thats all (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) (Verse 1) this is the shit you dream about with the homies steaming out back back backing the beamers out seems as our plan to get a grant to go off to college then pan have even out we need it now--we need a town, we need a place to pitch we need a +mound+ for now im just a lazy boy day dreamin' in my lazy boy and the cloud of smoke and it playing is Marvin momma forgive me i should be thinking 'bout harboring but thats too far away and niggas is starving aint nothing wrong with my aim just gotta change the target i got dreams of bagging snitoes besides the pillow i see pies everytime my eyes glidoes i see rides sixes i gotta get those life's a bitch i hope to not make it a widow (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) (Verse 2) you see your life right there and it seems right there and it's not quite near it's not like we're professionals moving the decimals know where to cop? (Naw) got a connect (No) who in the F knows how to be successful need a personal Jesus im in to pectual you says the texture it's all in the stars it's like Tony LaRussa how you played the +Cards+ ya aint f**king with me, the ironies are at all cost better before he gets bars now lets start on your mark get set let's go heat up the car going in circles this a vicious cycle this is a crash course this aint high school wake up monday dreaming again your a reality show, let the season begin (Chorus - Marvin Gaye) step one in his proccess scramble up in your projects and head to the heights where big coke is proccessed gotta convince them that you not from the precent please speak slow cause he don't speaky no english if he takes it light got in a couple of trips and your money is straight, he's gon' give you consignment now in the game where only time could tell survive the droubts i wish you well survive the droubts i wish you well? how sick am i, i wish you health i wish you wheels i wish you wealth i wish you insight so you could see for your self you could see the signs when the jackers is scheaming and the cops is coming you could read their minds you could see from behind you could re-define the game as we know it one dream at a time i'm american dreamin' (Chorus - Marvin Gaye)

I'm from the 80's, Home of the heroine, Error of the hustlers, uh The world is my custy New rich porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these other rap artists, but me Momma was a mink wearer, Papa ran numbers So it's plain to see, where my whole plan come from American dream, I'm living the life still The way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining 40 below timbs on, getting my M's on My best friends gone, I seen bad days Still find songs that I hear him on Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on I hear his voice in my mind, like, nigga live on So I get on that fly shit I been on Spin on corners in enzo with rims on But for info, puffin on Endo-Nesia Give me amnesia I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga I want the sky, The world when I'm done I'm give it to my sons Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up, Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame, a list of hits next to all my names I came, if the sky should fall And it all goes tomorrow, and they foreclose on the house and auction off all my cars Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the beamer Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardina In Ibiza I had pizza in the club Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love Now they wanna ya boy like Mike in his prime Billie Jean the goddamn boy ain't mine And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope Can't lie they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo Rose gold rose flow, I'm okay though What Don't kill me makes stronger than before so Here we go and I'm not domino When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw I might break but I don't fold, till I hold the sky in my hand Yeah that's my goal And then I bid you Freddy Adu Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the future Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle My name will be viewed such Here's to the man that refused to give up I want the sky nigga, Chuuuuuuch

[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

[chorus]
I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you

I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors
exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa
Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop
minus one shot We need em for 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're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl
That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son
keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga

[chorus]

Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment 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 breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin'
Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin'
some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back
I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household
When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad
When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do
That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen
you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine

[chorus]

Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad
And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad
Don't look at before when your feelin' bad
i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab
if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad
put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't 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 away from situations gives you the perfect view
You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there 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 it's code red
or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga

[chorus]

[chorus]
I'd risk everything Oh, I'd risk everything Yes i'd do anything, anything Anything for you

I do a bid loose a rib Bust a cap trustin' that Run up the heaven doors
exchange my life for yours Leave a steak out the door mi casa, su casa
Just remembered to turn the lights off in the hall My brother from anotha pop
minus one shot We need em for 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're the body oh its right with the world No matter how pretty she is you never likin' my girl
That's how we run when you aint around I'll spank ya son
keep him line If you should die i'll keep him like mine God forbid keep this in mind my nigga

[chorus]

Mama's lil baby but these streets raised me crazy Product of my enviroment 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 breathin' when my asthma was bad and my chest was weezin'
Thanks for the look of love Just as i was leavin'
some nights, you thought that i wouldn't come back
I left you grievin' thanks for holdin' down the household
When times were bad as a man, i apoligize for my dad
When the rent was due you would hustle like a pimp would do
That wasnt the life meant for you your a queen
you deserve the cream everything that gleams everything that shines Everything thats mine

[chorus]

Dear nephews i'm writin' this, wit no pen or a pad
And i'm signin' it ya uncle, ya bestfriend, and ya dad
Don't look at before when your feelin' bad
i'm righ there For when you cut to when you peelin' a scab
if it comes a time And you aint feelin' your real dad
put my face on his body Dont wait for nobody Don't 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 away from situations gives you the perfect view
You see the snakes in the grass then you wait on there 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 it's code red
or if you're wrong, my nigga Your my nephew fuck it we get it on my lil nigga

[chorus]

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

"Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, I don't know what this world is coming to!"

Whassup Missy? Timbo!
This is.. another.. Missy
Hip-Hop! Yes!
Elliott, exclusive

Yes, uhh
One for the butters, I came from the gutter
No I came from my mother but y'all know what I mean
Hov' is here to stay like permanent crease in your jeans
Me and Missy be the new +Tag Team+
"Whoomp! There It Is"
We like, Rae & Ghost, A.G. and Showbiz
We "Public Enemy #1," our "Uzi Weighs a Ton"
This is our house, RUN! [laughing]

What happened to those good old days? {HA?}
When hip-hop, was so much fun
Ohh, house parties in the summer y'all (c'mon)
And no one, came through with a gun
It was all about the music y'all
It helped.. to relieve some stress {HA?}
Ohh, we was under one groove y'all (y'all)
So much love {HA?} between North and West

*Go back in the day
British Knights and gold chains
Do the prep and cabbage patch
And wear your laces all fat
Back in the dayyyyyyyy, hey hey
Hip-Hop has chaaaanged

Remember when we used to battle? (uh-huh)
On the block {HA?} before the lights came on
Ohh! Mama said we would be straight A kids (c'mon)
If we did our homework, like we knew those songs
Salt-N-Pepa, Rakim, and P.E. {HA?}
D.M.C, and Heavy D
Yes! Daddy Kane, Slick Rick too (oh-OOH!)
MC Lyte ("Paper Thin") opened, doors for you and me, c'mon

*repeat

Young! J. Bizzy, let's do it again nigga
Grew up the way it oughta be
From day KRS-One all the way up to "Nineteen Naughty Three"
To M.O.P., we "Cold as Ice"
Nigga we rock it from the "Dre Day" to the Suge Knight
So fuck Chuck Phillips and Bill O'Reilly
If they try to stop hip-hop, we all gon' rally nigga
Post Biggie and 'Pac I gotta hold down the city
Make a nigga wanna 'holla' like Missy, but fuck it
Just let a nigga MC
The best rapper alive, unquestionably
If you rip on your +EP+ you gonna need an +MD+
So "You Gots to Chill" cause I "Kill at Will"
like solid water dude; y'all niggaz don't get it
"Kill at Will," solid water? Ice Cube
Ha ha, that's how hip-hop has evolved
Jay-Z's for President, I'm namin Ra as the National God

Me and Jigga, Jigga J-J-Jay-Hova
I rocks the mic right whether I'm pissy drunk or sober
Misdemeanor fo'-finger ringer I'm stupid FRESH
I've been hot since LL rocked the Kangol HAT
Yes yes, the yes yes, the yes y'alln
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA
Okay, me, that nigga Jigga, fresh dressed in the mornin
C'mon... AW YEA, AW YEA

*repeat

I wanna, go back in, time (let's go)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
Feels like I (Y'all remember "Self Destruction"?)
I wanna, go back in, time
(Where all the rap artists got on a record together?)
Feels like I, I wanna, go back in, time
(I used to love them days, no tension, let's go!!)

*repeat

Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up
30 odd years without having my cake up
So I'm bout my paper
24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year
I don't know why we here
Since we got a beat here
Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)
Went from having shabby clothes
To crossing over Abbey Road
Hear my angels singing to me (are you happy Hov?)
I just hope I'm hearing right
Karma's got me fearing life
Khalik are you praying for me
See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way
If the prophecy's correct than the child shall have to pay
For the sins of the father
So I barter my tomorrows against my yesterdays
In hopes that she'll be O.K.
And when I'm no longer here
To shade her face from the glare
I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter
And a new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose

Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but lullabies don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dyin'
I'm afraid of not tryin'
Everyday hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net
No I never been on Myspace
Too busy letting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this world of fly girls
Cut throats in diamond cut ropes I twirls
Business round corners where the sun don't shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope in ones grind
Some said "Hov how you get so fly?"
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical's a shell so when I say farewell
My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall so have no fear
Just know that life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream can't mimic my life
I'm the thinnest cut slice
Intercut, the Winner's Cup
Where winter's rough enough to interrupt life
That's why I'm both saint and sinner...nice
This is Jay every day no compromise
No compass comes with this life just eyes
So to map it out you must look inside
Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you chica
The corazon is what brought us home
In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricon, I am on
Permanent vaca', life is but a beach chair
Song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here
So till she's here
And she's declared
The heir
I will prepare
A blueprint for you to print a map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes
So you won't lose scent
I'll make a stink for you to think
I ink these verses
Full of prose so you won't get conned out of 2 cents
My last will and testament I leave my heir
My share of Roc-a-fella Records and a shiny new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

(I hear my angels sing)
(I hear my angels sing)
(I hear my angels sing)

Life is but a dream to me I don't wanna wake up
30 odd years without having my cake up
So I'm bout my paper
24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year
I don't know why we here
Since we got a beat here
Life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)
Went from having shabby clothes
To crossing over Abbey Road
Hear my angels singing to me (are you happy Hov?)
I just hope I'm hearing right
Karma's got me fearing life
Khalik are you praying for me
See I got demons in my past so I got daughters on the way
If the prophecy's correct than the child shall have to pay
For the sins of the father
So I barter my tomorrows against my yesterdays
In hopes that she'll be O.K.
And when I'm no longer here
To shade her face from the glare
I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter
And a new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose

Life is but a dream to me
Gun shots sing to these
Other guys but lullabies don't mean a thing to me
I'm not afraid of dyin'
I'm afraid of not tryin'
Everyday hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian
I don't surf the net
No I never been on Myspace
Too busy letting my voice vibrate
Carving out my space
In this world of fly girls
Cut throats in diamond cut ropes I twirls
Business round corners where the sun don't shine
I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope in ones grind
Some said "Hov how you get so fly?"
I said from not being afraid to fall out the sky
My physical's a shell so when I say farewell
My soul will find an even higher plane to dwell
So fly you shall so have no fear
Just know that life is but a beach chair (chair, chair, chair)

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

Life is but a dream can't mimic my life
I'm the thinnest cut slice
Intercut, the Winner's Cup
Where winter's rough enough to interrupt life
That's why I'm both saint and sinner...nice
This is Jay every day no compromise
No compass comes with this life just eyes
So to map it out you must look inside
Sure books can guide you but your heart defines you chica
The corazon is what brought us home
In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricon, I am on
Permanent vaca', life is but a beach chair
Song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here
So till she's here
And she's declared
The heir
I will prepare
A blueprint for you to print a map for you to get back
A guide for your eyes
So you won't lose scent
I'll make a stink for you to think
I ink these verses
Full of prose so you won't get conned out of 2 cents
My last will and testament I leave my heir
My share of Roc-a-fella Records and a shiny new beach chair

(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
(I hear my angels sing)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up (wake up)
Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna lose
Life is but a dream

(I hear my angels sing)
(I hear my angels sing)
(I hear my angels sing)

[Chorus - R. Kelly]
Big chips! (Woo!) We off in Vegas drinkin and partyin
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical
You know them boys got the clubs out of control (Ho!)
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin?

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z] (R. Kelly)
Big chips! Big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious (Uh huh)
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, So Big is my inspiration, dig
No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious
I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it
I risk cases for shit like this, nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray, who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin I'm as real as it gets

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

[Verse 2 - R. Kelly]
Big chips! I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked
I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin, I'm so mean and vicious
Bark bark farmer, this chicken layin platinum ex-farmer (preach!)
So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio!
Girl you so good I'm swervin like whoa! whoa!
Uh oh! Uh uh oh! from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the Hotel, into the hotel suite!

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

[Verse 3 - Jay-Z]
Big chips! I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin, ballin like Bishop (?)
And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin this since niggaz was woppin
Rockin Izods with the matchin socks, and
Slap boxin in the back park and when the girls start watchin
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em
See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma,
I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

[Chorus - R. Kelly]

[Bridge - R. Kelly]
All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
You wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
Say we goin around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin big chips you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)
Do you wanna go (Uh oh, uh uh oh!)

[Outro - R. Kelly]
Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya, Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands
chillin in the shade and shit you know
Blue waters, yellow sand, uh
Either I'm high or, I think I just saw a dolphin

[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

[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

[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 cheese
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 cheese
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 cheese
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 cheese
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

[Jay-Z]
On a canopy my stamina be enough for Pamela Anderson Lee
MTV jam of the week
Made my money quick then back to the streets but
Still sittin on blades... sippin that ray...
Standin on the corner of my block hustlin
Still gettin that cane
half what I paid slippin right through customs
It'll sell by night its extra white...
I got so many grams if the man find out
it will land me in jail for life
But im still big pimpin spendin chesse
with B.U.N. B, Pimp C, and Timothy
We got bitches in the back of the truck, laughin it up
Jigga Man that's what's up

Chorus

Ha Ha
You're wasting your talent, Randy

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

Why does it look like night today?
Something inside's not right today.
Why am I so uptight today?
Paranoia's all I got left
I don't know what stressed me first
Or how the pressure was fed
But I know just what it feels like
To have a voice in the back of my head
It's ike a face that I hold inside
A face that awakes when I close my eyes
Face watches every time I lie
Face that laughs every time they fall
And watches everything
So I know that when it's time to sink or swim
That the face inside is hearing me
Right underneath my skin

It's like I'm paranoid lookin' over my back
It's like a whirlwind inside of my head
It's like I can't stop what I'm hearing within
It's like the face inside is right

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

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 (b...)

[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

{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain {scratching female fe-fe-fe-fe-fe-
fe-fe-female}

BITCH!

You know my name and the company I own {*BITCH}
You like my style,and you smell my colonge{*BITCH}
Don't try to act like my track record ain't known {*BITCH}
You probably gotta couple CD's in your home {*BITCH}
Don't make me say it twice you actin' all uptight,or
sididdty like,like,like
You ain't a {*Scratching bitch}
I ain't no ballplayer you ain't gon get pregnant
get hit off and slid for the neighbors take off to go off to
work
so just take off your shirt don't hit me with that church
shit {*BITCH}
I gotta sister who school me to shit you chickens do
trickin'fools gotta
whole Robin Givens crew that i kick it to they be
hippin'dudes how you chickens
move, I be listenin'to {*BITCH,BITCH,BITCH}
Don't make me say it
TWWICE you actin'all uptight or sididdty like,like you ain't
a {*BITCH}
You ain't no betta,cause you don't be
Fuckin'rappers you only Fuckin'with
Actors you still gettin' Fucked BACKWARDS {*BITCH} unless
you
Fucked a dude on his own ? not the way he dribble the ball
or draw lyrics your a {SCRATCHING BITCH,BITCH,BITCH} No Ma
you A
{SCRATCHING BITCH}That's Real
{SCRATCHING BITCH}Chiyeah

{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain female}
{Let's describe A certain {JAY-Z TALKING}SAY
JAY-Z WHY YOU GOTTA GO DISRESPECT
THE WOMEN FOR HUHHH
Sisters get respect,Bitches get what they deserve,
Sisters work hard,Bitches work you nervous,
Sisters hold you down,Bitches hold you up,
Sisters help you progress,Bitches'll slow you up,
Sisters cook up a meal play they role with
the kidz,Bitches in the street with the nose in ya biz,
Sisters tell the truth,Bitches tell lies,
Sisters drive cars,Bitches wanna ride
Sisters give up the ass,Bitches give up the ass
Sisters do it slow,Bitches do it fast
Sisters do they dirt outside of where they
live,Bitches have niggas all up in your crib,
Sisters tell you quick you betta check ya
homie,Bitches don't give a fuck they
wanna check for ya homie,Sisters love Jay
cause they know how hov is I LOVE MY
SISTER I DON'T LOVE NO BITCH
{SCRATCHING BITCH}


BITCH!!!!!!

Roc a fella records
The imperial skateboard P
Great Hova
Ya'll already know what it is
C'mon
Yeah
So what if you
flip a couple words
I could triple at in birds
Open your mind you see the
circus in the sky
I'm Ringling brothers
Barnum Bailey with the pies
No matter how you slice it
I'm your mother fucking guy
And just like a B boy
with 360 waves
Do the same with the pot
Still come back beige
Whether right or south paw
Whether pot or a jar
Whip it around
It still comes back hard
So easily do I W H I P
My repitition with riches will
bring the kilo business
I got kreole C O bitches
for my niggas who slipped
Became prisoners
Treat's taped to the visitors
You already know
what the business is
Unnecessary commissary
boy we live this shit
Niggas Wanna bring
the 80s back
That's okay with me
that's where they made me at
Except I write on the wall
I write my name
in the history books
hustling in the hall
Nah spin on my head
I spin work in the pots
So I can spend my bread
And I'm getting it
I'm getting it
I aint talking about it
I'm living it
I'm getting it
straight getting it
Get get get get get
get get get it boy
Don't waste your time
fighting the law
state your voice
and you'll understand
Get it boy
This 87 state of mind
that I'm in
In my prime so for that time
I'm Rakim
If it wasn't for the crime
that I was in
But I wouldn't be the guy
who's rhymes it
is that i'm in
No pay no profit
P I'll repeat it to
show you where the pot is
Cherry M3s with the top back
Red and green Gs all
on my hat
North beach leathers
Matching Gucci sweater
Gucci sneaks on to keep
my outfit together
Whatever hundred
for the diamond chain
Can't you tell that
I came from the dope game
Blame Reagan for making me
into a monster
Blame Oliver
north and Iran Contra
I ran contraband that
they sponsored
Before this rhyming stuff
we was in concert
And I'm getting it
I'm getting it
I aint talking about it
I'm living it
I'm getting it
straight getting it
Get get get get get get get
get it boy
Don't waste your time
fighting the law
state your voice
and you'll understand
Get it boy
Push
money over broads you got it
Fuck Bush
Chef guess what I cooked
Baked a lot of bread
And kept it off the books
Rockstars
Look
Way before the bars
my picture was getting took
Feds they like wack rappers
Try as they may they couldn't
get me on the hook
D A wanna indicte me
Cause fish scales
in my veins like a pisces
The pirecs pot
roll up my sleeves
Turn one into two like a
Siamese twin when it end
Imma stand as a man never
dying on my knees
Last of a dying breed
So let the champagne pop
I partied for a while now
back to the Block
And I'm getting it
I'm getting it
I aint talking about it
I'm living it
I'm getting it
straight getting it
Get get get get get
get get get it boy
Don't waste your time
fighting the law
state your voice
and you'll understand
Get it boy

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..

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)

(feat. Jay-Z)

[O.C.]
Yo, fuck having my neck dripped, with jewels that don't mean shit
This man behind his rhyme is the nigga that's slick
Licking my thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs
In the club we ?hub rows? taking some flicks
Pushing the same whips niggas got with platinum stacks
Two LP's far from gold, you people think I'm selling crack
Nah, they see me living with a smile on my face
And if you see me in the spot I'm down low in the place
Sipping my liquor, Remi Martin running through my liver
Sucking, all in and feels, the shit tastes bitter
Having fun, for that particular time and date
I feel I'm almost to the point, so I calmly skate
Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who appluad my name
Who wouldn't give me no love if I wasn't in the game
I'm full of suprises, analyze the all wise
Ricarders protect my eyes when I'm dipping
On the BQ my Benz see through
Fuck tints, I'm live nigga, and so is my people
Half of me is godly, the other half is evil
So if it comes down to it, I'm strapped and we do it, feel me

[Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live niggas and bonafied thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2]

[O.C.]
Yo, I try to live my life right, Earth is like the tree of life
Tempted by the forbidden fruit of my face, I want to take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought
Of a foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder
She of age but her mind's in the cage
Fuck my man and my man and my man, for no wage
Savage cause, Devil's got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like Remi and cranberry a man
How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand?
I'm thinking like Charles Manson, dreaming of Marilyn Manson
Praying over my grave, deep with the klansman
Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms
I cannot identify what's right or what's wrong
All I know is sometimes I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes
And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows, uh

[Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live niggas and bonafied thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2]

[O.C.]
Yo, life is full of lessons that we all must learn
Take head and pay attention cause of drastic turn
Can be just around the corner, waiting coming dead on
In the pit, so how ya living in the path you're on
It's in the cards being dealt, I want the best for me
It's Love, Hell or Right, O.C. has a destiny
To be the best that I can be, that means giving my all
I'm too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall
I'm 20 some odd years old, young, black, and I'm fars
I'm living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause
Retire somewhere living in the Keys of Fla.
Sipping on Coors, all in happy, spitting tobacco from my jaws
The price of hard living, hard work, granted you're given a chance y'all
Succeed and advance far
Taking advantage, opportunities is right in your face
Avoided unless driven to murder was the case, uh

[Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live niggas and bonafied thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood to bleed, I believe because [x2]

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Make up, and break up
That's all we do
Then we have sex, next thing you know
Everything is cool
Best of Both Worlds! Holla at your boy

Like we always do about this time
Uh-huh, yeah
I know what you doin' ma
Tryin to get in an argument with me so I can
Do my mad thing, you want me to do my mad thing
I understand, c'mon!

[Chorus]
Seems we're always arguing, but
Right after the arguing we have, sex
And somehow it's the best, yes
Seems we're always arguing, but
Right after the arguing we have, sex
And somehow it's the best girl

Gangsta love, gangsta love

Think about it while the streets you roam
It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home
Sex is always better fresh off a vendetta
We break up or break you off then we right back together
Then this brand new leathers and Caroline Aurera
Marijuana, white wine, somewhere under the weather
Like we sick but we fine, shit we couldn't feel better
Just some sunshine in mind lookin fine as ever
Who got a mouth on her, woo, she put some words together
Sometimes'll make a nigga wanna leave, but when we make up

[Chorus]

Woo!
Boy talk boy!

Break up to make up baby
Seems that's all we do darlin'
But no one wants to walk out the door
After all of the holla'n
Cursing and fighting
And me sleeping on the couch
In the midst of our stormy weather
Sex brings the sun out
After I hit that there
Seems we don't have a care
Sex makes you say I'm sorry
And things like I'm not goin' nowhere
It's somethin' bout the P-U-S-S-Y
That keeps brother in check, even I
Even if you was a pimp you couldn't survive
Without the H-E-L-P to provide you

[Chorus]

Think about it while the streets you roam
It's Dom P and Army in the fridge when you get home
Remember that night? You was all like
Maybe we should go our separate ways for life
I hit the lights fit you tight at the lil' place right
I hit it right you look me right in the eyes like psych
You was goin' through your act 'til I caught you in the sack
And I made you relax when I (hit it hard from the back)
Yeah now we back friends
And the next time you need some sex counselin', we

[Chorus]

Seems we're always arguing, but
Right after the arguing we have, sex
Sex with best friends
From the bathroom to the kitchen (we sex)
From the kitchen to living room (we sex)
From the living room to upstairs (we sex)
Upstairs to the attic (we sex)
Attic to the basement (we sex)
From the basement to the car garage (we sex)
Garage to the back of the Jeep (we sex)
Bicycle to the treadmill (we sex)
Even over by the dirty lawnmower (we sex)
The neighbors and the dogs are lookin crazy (we sex)
I don't care because you're my baby (we sex)
It's our house, and we can have sex (we sex)
Anytime we want to (we sex)
They can kiss my ass, because whoa-ho-hoo
Hey L Don you feel me?

Yeah yeah yeah I feel you
You and Jay crazy man, but it's all good
Let's go

La-la-la-la-lah-la-la
La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex
La-la-la-la-lah-la-la
La-la-la-la-lah-la-la - sex

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)

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 you know what I'm sayin'?


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 crystals, 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

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang


Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang


Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro

Spent Spanish wisdoms in a whip with Dinero

Crime organized like the pharaoh

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


Liaison 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 farther


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


Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang


Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang

Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang

And if not then let me do my thang


Yeah, bring it on

Yeah, bring it on

Yeah, bring it on

Yeah, bring it on

Bring it on if you think

(Fades in)
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, Brooklyn…
We go hard…
We go hard

Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
(Repeat 6X)

Jay-Z: Ard…go hard

(Jay-Z)
This is black hoodie rap,
There's no fear in my eyes where they're lookin at.
betta look a map
be-sides me not like ta eye fight
me not think such a ting is worth a man's life,
but if a man tests my stye,
I promise he won't like my reply
boom bye bye, like Buju I'm crucial
I'm a Brooklyn boy, I may take some gettin' used to
change snatchin, ain't have it, gotta get it
same shit’itd from Brownsville to Great British
fatherless child, mama pulled double shifts
so the number runners was the only one to hang widdeth
before u know it, im in the game bang fiddeth
feel no orangatangs peel-deel kid-aps
like a ranger is, im dangerous
tell me what the name of this shiittt


Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
(Repeat twice)
B-R-O-OK!
L-Y-N come again!
(Repeat)


(Jay-Z)
I father, I Brooklyn Dodger them
I Jack/ I Rob/ I sin,
Ah man, I'm Jackie Robinson
cept when I run base, I dodge the pen
Lucky me, Luckily they didn't get me
Now when I bring the Nets I'm the black Branch Ricky
From Brooklyn corners, burnin branches of sticky
Spread love, Biggie, Brooklyn hippie
I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T,
with no his-story, in my borough, they borrow
With no intentions of returning to-morrow
The Sun don't come out for many, like Annie
half orphan, mama never had an abortion
papa sorta did, still I managed to live
I go hard, I owe it all to the crib
now please tell me what the fuck's harder than this?


Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
(Repeat twice)
B-R-O-OK!
L-Y-N come again!
(Repeat)


(Santogold)
Well Im doin my time due to circumstance
Crossed that bridge, face the consequence
Once bid 10, now I payed my dues
Risk takers we break the rules.
Gets so dark, but I see good.
Bedstuy stay high in my neck of the woods.
Now let it rain now, it's a warning
*Brooklyn* let it be sworn in
Gotta make you think workin like we blue collar
rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder
right until we quit, bring it to the floor
One step, one step, give it up more
the road is rough and the streets a mess
got big cash dreams and a sick death wish
robbin out the commercial stash
to kill the voice screamin in my head


Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (repeated in background)
Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard
(Repeat twice)
B-R-O-OK!
L-Y-N come again!
(Repeat)
Go hard, go hard

[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

OKAY I'M RELOADED
You mother fuckers
think you big time
fuckin with Jay Z
you gon' die big time
Here come the Pain

Jigga Jigga Bigga Bigga
nxxxa how you figure
Peep the style and
the way the cops sweat us
The number one question is
can the Feds get us
I got vendettas in dice
games against ass betters
and nxxxaz who pump wheels
and drive Jettas
Take that witcha
hit ya back split ya
fick fist fights
and lame scuffles
Pillow case to your face
make the shell muffle
Shoot your daughter
in the calf muscle
fxxk a tussle nickel plated
Sprinkle coke on the floor
make it drug related
Most hate it
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 mackmilli
Squeezed off on him
left them paramedics
breathin soft on him
What's ya name
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
naz 'round the way call me
Igloo Stix Who Mother fucker
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
nxxxa sxxt ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn goin out for all
Marcy that's right
you don't stop
Bed Stuy you won't stop nxxxa
What what what
Jay Z Big' Smalls
na st 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
and Bigga baby
My Bed Stuy flow's
malicious delicious
fk 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
What Keep rockin
No more Mister Nice Guy
I twist your st
the fk 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
fk your ride
Keep your hands high
st 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
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn
goin out to all
Crown Heights You don't stop
Brownsville You won't stop na
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where we from Brooklyn
goin out to all
Bushwick You don't stop
Fort Greene You won't stop naz
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
na please
like short sleeves I bear arms
Stay out my way from here on
CLEAR Gone
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
Time to separate the pros
from the cons
The platinum from the bronze
That butter soft st from
that leather on the Fonz
A S1 diamond from a eye class don
A Cham' Dom' sipper from a
Rosay na huh
Brook Nam sippin on
Cristal forever
play the crib when
it's mink weather
The MAFIA keep canons in
they Marc Buchanans
Usually cuatro cinco
the shell sink slow tossin ya
Mad slugs through your Nautica
I'm warnin ya
Jay Z and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from
Brooklyn goin out to all
Flatbush You don't stop
Redhook You won't stop na
JayZ and Biggie Smalls
na st ya drawers
Where you from Brooklyn
goin out to all
East New York You don't stop
Clinton Hill You won't stop na
Is Brooklyn in the house
Roc A Fella y'all
Junior MAFIA
Superbad click
Brooklyn's Fines
you rewind this
Represetin BK to the fullest

[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

This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye (no, no, no)

Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers
Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye

As a child there were them times
I didn′t get it but you kept me in line
I didn′t know why you didn′t show up sometimes
It′s something more than saying "I miss you"
But when we talked too
All them grown folk things
Separation brings
You never let me know it
You never let it show because
You loved me and obviously
There′s so much more left to say
If you were with me today face to face

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on like
"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"
"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"
As time goes by

And soon as you reach a better place
Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face
And I′m right here next to you
It feels like you gone too soon
The hardest thing to do is say bye bye

(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
Bye bye

And you never got the chance to see how good I′ve done
And you never got to see me back at number one
I wish that you were here to celebrate together
I wish that we could spend the holidays together

I remember when you used to tuck me in at night
With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight
I thought you were so strong
That you can make it through whatever
It′s so hard to accept the fact you′re gone forever

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on like
"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"
"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"
As time goes by

And soon as you reach a better place
Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face
And I′m right here next to you
It feels like you gone too soon
The hardest thing to do is say bye bye

(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
Bye bye

This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady
Put your hand way up high
We will never say bye (no, no, no)

Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins
This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather
Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye

I never knew I could hurt like this
And everyday life goes on like
"I wish I could talk to you for awhile"
"I wish I could find a way try not to cry"
As time goes by

And soon as you reach a better place
Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face
And I′m right here next to you
It feels like you gone too soon
The hardest thing to do is say bye bye

(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
Bye bye

(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
(Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye)
Bye bye

WHAT?...well fuck you bitch
[Jay-Z]
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!

[Verse One: Jay-Z]

Can I hit in the MORNING
without giving 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 [niggaz] KILL FOR
would you STILL ROLL?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
would you RIDE THEN, if it wasn't DROPPIN?
If wasn't ah, eight figure [nigga] by the name of Jigga
would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
put your two lips on my [dick], kiss it - could ya
see yourself with a [nigga] workin harder than 9 to 5
contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
do you need a BALLA? 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 WHAT WHAT
to these chickens from all of my doves
who don't love those, they get no dough
[Amil]
Can I get a WOOP WOOP
to these fellas from all of my ladies
who don't got love for players 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
[Jay-Z]
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]
Yeah, not done
[Jay-Z]
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
[Amil]
Uh-uh uh uh

[Verse Two: Amil]

You ain't gotta be rich but FUNK DAT
How a [bitch] gonna get around your BUS PASS
? put this [ass] on your mustache
Can you AFFORD ME, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
FRONT END, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git Up, Git Out and get somethin" [Shit!]
I like a, lot of Pravada, Alize and Baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear the [cock] up
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
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, [shit] remains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
HIGH CLASS, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdin [shit], 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

[Verse Three: Ja]

It ain't even a question
how my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a Tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted 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 women
VeVe, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not Boo, you know what, I still got 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.. bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah...