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Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh uhh, uhh, uhh Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! I, am, back, niggaz Ha ha ha ha ha.. uh-oh, uh-oh - whoo! Ladies and gentlemen.. H, to the Izzo I wanna thank everybody out there for they purchase I surely appreciate it - whoo! What you about to witness is my thoughts Just my thoughts man - right or wrong Just what I was feeling at the time, uhh You ever felt like this, you vibe with me Walk with a nigga man - just vibe with me Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin And get on down, to that ol' Jig rhythm Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high I, Young 'Vito, voice of the young people Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherfuckers Your reign on the top was shorter than leprechauns Y'all can't fuck with Hov', what type of X y'all on? I got great lawyers for cops so dress warm Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon I'm too sexy for jail like I'm Right Said Fred I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my bread Mr. District Attorney I'm not sure if they told you I'm on TV every day, where the fuck could I go to plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so What could you do to me? It's not new to me Sue me; fuck you - what's a couple dollars to me? But you will respect me, simple as that Or I got no problem goin back I'm representin for the seat where Rosa Parks sat Where Malcolm X was shot, where Martin Luther was popped So off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of the mission is a pro The ruler's back Uhh, uh-huh uhh uhh I, am, BACK, niggaz - whoo! whoo! whoo! whoo! Yeah, yeah, yeah Turn the motherfuckin music up The ruler's back I, am, back, niggaz Yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah, geah, yeah Well in these times, well at least to me There's a lot of rappers out there tryin to sound like Jay-Z I'll help you out, here's what you do You gonna need a wide lens cause that's a VERR' big shoe And you got a couple of +Beans+ and you don't have a +Clue+? You situation is +Bleek+, I'ma keep it +Rell+ cause Fuckin with me, you gotta drop +Amil+ Cause if you gonna cop somethin you gotta cop f'real Don't only talk it, walk like it - from the Bricks to the booth I can predict the future like Cleo the psychic You can't date skee-os and wife it (uh-uh) And you can't sell me bullshit, we know the prices So what your life is? We gon' roll 'til the wheels fall off, y'all muh'fuckers check the tires Off we go, let the trumpets blow And hold on, because the driver of that Bentley is a pro The ruler's back Uhh, uhh I, am, back, niggaz Feels good! Ha Pah, holla at me! The ruler's back Yeah.. whoo! Yeah.. yeah.. yeah.. Now bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, whoo! Whoo! Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah Bounce, c'mon, bounce Uhh, yeah, just my thoughts ladies and gentlemen Just what I'm feelin at the time, you know what I mean? Knahmean? |
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R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit Memphis Bleek, we runnin this rap shit B. Mac, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit The takeover, the break's over nigga God MC, me, Jay-Hova Hey lil' soldier you ain't ready for war R.O.C. too strong for y'all It's like bringin a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire witcha thin-ass vest You bringin them Boyz II Men, HOW them boys gon' win? This is grown man B.I., get you rolled into triage Beatch - your reach ain't long enough, dunny Your peeps ain't strong enough, fucka Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Niggaz'll kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring - knife to fistfight, kill your drama Uh, we kill you motherfuckin ants with a sledgehammer Don't let me do it to you dunny cause I overdo it So you won't confuse it with just rap music R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we runnin this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} I don't care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little FUCK, I've got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushin weight, back in eighty-eight you was a ballerina I got your pictures I seen ya Then you dropped S Ones, switch your demeanor Well - we don't believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the classes Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul They'll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole No, you're not on my level get your brakes tweaked I sold what ya whole album sold in my first week You guys don't want it with Hov' Ask Nas, he don't want it with Hov', nooooo! R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit B. Sigel, we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Freeway, we run this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} I know you missin all the - FAAAAAAAME! But along with celebrity comes bout seventy shots to your frame Nigga; you a - LAAAAAAAME! Youse the fag model for Karl Kani/Esco ads Went from, Nasty Nas to Esco's trash Had a spark when you started but now you're just garbage Fell from top ten to not mentioned at all to your bodyguard's Oochie Wally better than yours Matter fact you had the worst flow on the whole fuckin song but I know - the sun don't shine, then son don't shine That's why your - LAAAAAAAME! - career come to a end There's only so long fake thugs can pretend Nigga; you ain't live it you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled in your notepad and created your life I showed you your first tec on tour with Large Professor (Me, that's who!) Then I heard your album bout your tec on the dresser So yeah I sampled your voice, you was usin it wrong You made it a hot line, I made it a hot song And you ain't get a coin nigga you was gettin fucked and I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years nigga? I can divide That's one every let's say two, two of them shits was due One was - NAHHH, the other was Illmatic That's a one hot album every ten year average And that's so - LAAAAAAAME! Nigga switch up your flow Your shit is garbage, but you try and kick knowledge? (Get the fuck outta here) You niggaz gon' learn to respect the king Don't be the next contestant on that Summer Jam screen Because you know who (who) did you know what (what) with you know who (yeah) but just keep that between me and you for now R.O.C., we runnin this rap shit M-Easy, we runnin this rap shit The Broad Street Bully, we runnin this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic when it happens that's it Freeway, we run this rap shit O & Sparks, we runnin this rap shit Chris & Neef, we runnin this rap shit {Watch out!! We run New York ->KRS-One} A wise man told me don't argue with fools Cause people from a distance can't tell who is who So stop with that childish shit, nigga I'm grown Please leave it alone - don't throw rocks at the throne Do not bark up that tree, that tree will fall on you I don't know why your advisors ain't forewarn you Please, not Jay, he's, not for play I don't slack a minute, all that thug rappin and gimmicks I will end it, all that yappin be finished You are not deep, you made your bed now sleep Don't make me expose you to them folks that don't know you Nigga I know you well, all the stolen jew-els Twinkletoes you breakin my heart You can't fuck with me - go play somewhere, I'm busy And all you |
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Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the
astonishing... (girls singing) H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A... Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE! Thanks for comin' out tonight You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me I appreciate that...uuunnnh... H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me Therefore he doesn't exist So poof...vamoose son of a bitch * H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP! Holla at me... I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks * Repeat Yeah... Hove is back, life stories told through rap Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs...no... Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay * Repeat (girls singing) H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out) |
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Course I love you.. I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour, yeah I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron plus marricon Said she likes to cook rice so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento" - mami, slow up your tempo I got this black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin out her neck, makin her fingers snap She like, "Listen Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better - R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to french kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist _Ma cherie amore, tu es belle_ Merci, you fine as fuck but you givin me hell I got this indian squaw the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather She said all you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetitite for destruction but I scrape the plate I love Girls, girls, girls, girls (uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll - c'mon I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Gotta toss a couple dollars, just to shut up her holla Got a project chick, that plays her part And if it goes down y'all that's my heart Baby girl so thorough she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the NARCs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma she's always on the scene God damn she's fine but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat back love So I had to introduce her to the Mile High Club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae-bo That means I'm new school, pop pills and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first class seat I love Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out Got a chick from Peru, that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that get shit through Got this weedhead chick, she always catch me doin shit Crazy girl wanna leave me but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick' Cause she kept bootleggin my shit - man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like excuse me Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass you was dead broke and naked, and now you want half I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleepin on Hov' Gotta tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I got so many girls across the globe.. I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that Coupe, sittin on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo put your number on this paper cause I would love to date ya Holla at ya when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls.. |
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Roc-A-Fella y'all
It's the Roc! Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga R.O., R.O.C. niggaz, R.O. Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz, R.O., whoo! Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga It's Hov'! R.O.C. niggaz Jay-Z.. Come on the track duh duh da-da With a throwback jersey and a fitted Might blow a bag of hershey in the sidd-ix Or might take sips of army with a chidd-ick, I'm so sick widdit Lampin in the Hamptons, the weekends man The Stan Smith Adidas and the Campers Or playin guts on the cruise, Hermes bow shoes The Izod bucket on I'm so old school Yellow wrist watch, Gucci flip flops Six top model chicks, who is this hot? J-A, ladies help me say it now Y-Z, mami why you playin with me? Ride with me, get high as me It's how it's supposed to be, when you rollin with G's, Hov'! Back up in this bitch like whoa Jigga get this whole bitch jumpin like six-fo's *(Hov'!) V is I, and I am him (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Slim with the tilted brim on twenty inch rims (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And if y'all got love for me I got love for y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) And if y'all go to war for me I go to war wit y'all (Jigga, Jigga, that nigga Jigga!) Hov'! And so I breeze through, jeans is Evisu She's respondin, top of C. Bronson We in Luan (whoo!) gettin our groove on Buyin out the bar, on our way to Spa' She never seen a hundred on the wrist before Never seen twenty-two's on the 6 before I am, killin 'em out there, they needin first aid Cause the boy got more 6's than first grade The crib got, killer views and square feet You have to film MTV Cribs for a week So, sleep if you need to, mami I will leave you Right where you stand, nah I don't wanna dance (I'm good) I just wanna see what's in your Frankie B pants Waist is low enough to let your waist show Top like a rock star, I got a fast car We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty *Repeat "He did it again!" Haters no like But they gotta fuck with it cause the flow's so tight Gnarly dude! I puff Bob Marley dude All day, like Rastafari's do Now I'm stuck to the point I could hardly move You fuckin up my high, don't bother me dude But Red Rover, send your hoes over She can do WHATEVER, sip somethin with soda She can leave WHENEVER, sip somethin with Hova We can play HOWEVER, slay bed or sofa And the prognosis, sex is explosive Left her with wet bedsheets, nigga I'm focused *Repeat R.O., R.O.C. niggaz.. R.O.C. niggaz (Roc-A-Fella y'all!) |
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Turn my music high, high, high, high-er
("You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..) Sure I do.. I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin them flamers before I became famous For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov' Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin at the forty million boy I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C. *"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.." That's where you're wrong I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose *Repeat Put somethin on it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay I.. hahahaha.. *Repeat .. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA! |
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(J) uhh (A) uh-uh (Y) uh uh-uh
Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh Ah ch-ch ah, ch-ah, ah uh-uh It's that hop I'm talkin bout right here Timbo! I can't be stopped when it hop like this family, uhh! (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro!) They say hola' hovito That's what they sayin when I roll up with my people My music bangin like - them vatos locos got rap in a chokehold And I won't surrender it with, beats by Timbaland Calle-te la boca, my baby All I wanna, do is, stroke ya all crazy My, dick game is vicious, insane at bitches Mami keep comin back cause mami came vicious Catch Hov' in the drop, nasty thang lane switchin Once you turn your neck for a sec your dame's missin Bujando, bujando, the cops is comin Got that rap patrol behind yo, get to runnin I'm unstoppable Hov', untoppable flows I'm the compadre, the Sinatra of my day Ol' Blue Eyes my nigga, I did it my way If y'all not rollin with Hov' then hit the highway *(Hola' hovito!) Yeah, yeah (Hola' hovito!) Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin Put it down for my PEO-PLE! (Hola' hovito! Hola' hovito!) Yeah that's what they sayin when that music get to bangin Put it down for my PEO-PLE! Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah naw I don't fuck around, stay on my J.O. Hov' been about that dough since I was a day old Oh, push perrico if I need to for the rule of evil Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you One life to live - notice you get no sequel So I truly got to live this like my last movie Six oohie, jewels drippin, big toolie I ball for real, y'all niggaz is Sam Bowie And with the third pick - I made the earth sick M.J., hem Jay, fade away perfect I rhyme sicker than every rhyme spitter Every crime nigga that rhyme or touch a mic because my mind's quicker I'm a eighty-eighter, nine-six to "Reasonable Doubt" Temper short, don't take much to squeeze you out Yeah you shinin but the only thing you're leavin out You're a candle in the sun - that shit don't even out *Repeat Hold up; naw muh'fuckers - y'all muh'fuckers better run to the post office and get a job muh'fuckers or starve muh'fuckers, cause Jay's been the only one eatin thus far sub-par muh'fuckers Naw even though y'all hate I love y'all muh'fuckers "Friend or Foe," y'all all my muh'fuckers If you haven't heard, I'm Michael Magic and Bird all rolled in one - cause none got more flows than Young Plus got more flows to come And if I ain't better than Big, I'm the closest one So move over - hoes, choose Hova My food for though so hot it give you dudes ulcers Rovers, roasters, poseurs gettin it in with me, livin like they supposed tah Watches, chain, front row at the game Sold out arena, all screamin my name, c'mon *Repeat |
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Uh, uhh, listen
First the Fat Boys break up, now every day I wake up Somebody got a problem with Hov' Whassup y'all niggaz all fed up cause I got a little cheddar and my records movin out the sto'? Young fucks spittin at me, young rappers gettin at me My nigga Big predicted the shit exactly "Mo' Money, Mo' Problems" - gotta move carefully Cause faggots hate when you gettin money like athletes Yung'uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me? Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin Sensitive thugs, y'all all need hugs Damn though mans I'm just tryin do me If the record's two mill' I'm just tryin move three Get a couple of chicks, get 'em to try to do E Hopefully they'll menage before I reach my garage I don't want much, fuck I drove every car Some nice cooked food, some nice clean drawers Bird-ass niggaz I don't mean to ruffle y'all I know you waitin in the wing but I'm doin my thing Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." I said where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Yeah.. And then the Fugees gon' break up, now everyday I wake up Somebody got somethin to say What's all the fuckin fussin for? Because I'm grubbin more and I pack heat like I'm the oven door? Niggaz pray and pray on my downfall But everytime I hit the ground I bounce up like roundball Now I don't wanna have to kill sound bar Don't wanna have to cock back the four pound bar Look scrapper I got nephews to look after I'm not lookin at you dudes, I'm lookin past ya I thought I told you characters I'm not a rapper Can I live? I told you in ninety-six that I came to take this shit and I did, handle my biz I scramble like Randall with his Cunning-ham but the only thing runnin is numbers fam Jigga held you down six summers; damn, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." Niggaz, where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Holla at me!! "Ain't no love" (take 'em to church) "in the heart of the city.." Uh, uh, uh - my nigga where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." Fuck Then Richard Pryor go and burn up, and Ike and Tina Turner break up Then I wake up to more bullshit You knew me before records, you never disrespected me Now that I'm successful you'll pull this shit Nigga I'll step on your porch, step to your boss Let's end the speculation, I'm talkin to alla y'all Males shouldn't be jealous that's a female trait Whatchu mad cause you push dimes and he sell weight? Y'all don't know my expenses, I gotta buy a bigger place Hehehe, and more baggies, why you all aggie? Nigga respect the game, that should be it What you eat don't make me shit - where's the love? Where's the love? "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of the city.." "Ain't no love, in the heart of town.." "Ain't no love.." |
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| 3:59 |
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*Never,never, never, never change
Ain't never changed,this is Jay ever day **I never change I never change, this is Jay ever day **Never change I never change , this is Jay I am a Roc representer Hov',summer to winter,Hov', dead or alive twenty- four/ seven, three-sixty-five One CD or three-hundred and sixty pies whassup to E and Kirk? Welcome home to Taj Let no amount of money ruin this thing of ours We run streets like drunks run street lights We collidin with life as we speak We need deep in coke , We ki deep in ice We flood streets with dope,We keep weed to smoke We all fish , better teach your folk Give him money yo eat, then next week his broke Cause when you sleep,he's reaching for your throat Word on the skreet,your reep what you saw not out of fear but love, love for the game Roc family first, we never change mayn ***I'm still fucking with crime cause crime pays *Repeat Out hustling, same clothes for days **Repeat I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, i never change Who you know like Hov' *Repeat I'm still fucking with crime cause crime pays **Repeat Out hustling, same clothes for days **Repeat I never change, I'm too stuck in my ways, I never change What's up to my miami and St,. Thomas connects (what up) I'll never mention your name, I promise respect Death before dishonor correct?- Yup That's what you promised me,since the(?)lee Along with, if we stay strong we can get paper longer than pippen's arms Plead the fifth when it comes to the fam I'm like a dog- I never speak, but I understand Where my dogs at? Where my soldiers at war? Where your bars at? Whoa, gotta pause that- whoa lost 92 bricks had to fall bak knocked a nigga off his feet, but I crawled back Had A-1 credit , got more crack From the first to the fifth , gave it all back If, I'm not a hustler what you call that? This is before rap , This is all fact I never change ***Repeat What the streets robbed me, wasn't educated properly Well fuck y'all , I need money for Atari Was so young my big sis' still playin with Barbie Young brother, big city , eight million stories Old heads taught me , yung'un , walk softly Carry a big clip, that'll get niggaz off me Keep coke in coffee, keep money smelling mothy Change is cool to cop but more important is lawyer fees (uhh) That's how it is now (uhh) that's how it always be (uhh) I never change , this is always me From the womb to the tomb ,From now until my doom Drink army from one cup pass it around the room (That's a famaily nigga) That's the ritual (yup) Big Ran , I ain't forget you fool And all that buillshit you trying to get through This is crew love , move music or move drugs Rival crews get your black suits up- I never change ***Repeat This is Jay, ever day Who you know like Hov' , nigga |
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The most incredible baby
Uhh - mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah.. uhh I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Good dudes - I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga got move like a crook move We was together on the block since we lunch We shoulda been together havin 4 Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in Well somewhere in a small town, somewhere lockin a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside a nigga so sick I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me and My Bitch" Watchin Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin to be that shit Empty gun in your hand sayin, "Let me see that clip" Shoppin sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed, and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy And then they got fussy and they don't remember that And I don't remember you.. I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin was whack But you don't get a nigga back like that! Shit I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had, just like that I was just fuckin them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's goin bad, she's gone forever.. And more forever Shit I gotta live with the fact I did you wrong forever I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know I seen 'em comin down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry It's fucked up girl |
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| 4:29 |
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It's the Roc! Wooo!
My gear is right... (check) My bucket is low... (check) My Rocawear is fittin' incredible... Fuck it... I guess I got my swagger back Mama that said I killed her man Well I guess I got the dagger back It's the Roc bastards we are BACK! In the heezy Jiggaman, B. Sieg to M-Easy (what up fam?) Oskino and Sparks and Freeweezy (holla!) Mickey, Mallory, Chris and Neef, hey! All I need is the love of my crew The whole industry can hate me I thugged my way through And all...I...need is a chick to hold a jimmy like Meth and Mary, like, Marvin and Tammi, unnnh... Now understands we can't be stopped From blowin' Swisher Sweets outta candy drops Like we underground kings, ridin' dirty A nigga been focused since I said hi to 30 (what up?) Young niggas ya'll can't hurt me Better watch and observe me And learn how to earn better, I burn cheddar I set fire to your empire I blow smoke in your face, burn rubber off the rim tires Yes I-ah...Jay I-ah... Double G-A livewire nigga holla back *All I need... Rocawear... (check) Nike Airs... (check) Mean bucket... (uh huh) Armadale in the club couple o' duckets (yeah) Couple chicks by my side, let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be on my way C'mon...now... All I need in this world o' sin Is me and my girlfriend! (ha ha) I got a little two-two I call 'er Peggy Sue When I'm off in the club she fit right in my shoe (wooo!) Gotta switch her to my waist, just in case (uh huh) A clown wan' flip gotta reach for my bitch Wanna act out a movie I could give you a clip (buk!) But no adlibbin' nigga stick to the script Now all...I...need is a high-priced lawyer Cuz it's foul ways nowadays everybody saw you And they comin' to court too, I thought you knew Can't even steal on a nigga muhfuckas'll sue In this time and age, cuz real muhfuckas'll do When I'm surrounded by squeal muhfuckas like you But real niggas don't fret cuz the number one crew? R to the O to the C comin' true *Repeat Listen... The cream too long, my team too strong Bleek is too hot, Beans is gone Ya'll niggas in the crosshair, the beams is on (see ya'll) Ya'll whole block deserted, ya'll fiends are gone (bye bye!) The whole Roc is jumpin', we reached our zenith Got fiends throwin' up on themself like Willy Beaman (*giggle*) Any given Sunday gunplay's optional However niggas want it like Soul II Soul (however do you waaaaant it) Whoever got hops get blocked go to the hole Dikembe Mutumbo of this rap shit Plus the jab is sick, and its Zab quick Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six Now run along wit'cha little ass hits Read my rap sheet nigga, THREE CLASSICS Shut ya bumba' got A-Rod numbers All you muddaskunks get buried in the trunk When I blast the pump, I leave you relaxed In the hospital lookin' at M*A*S*H for months Then I dumps dough on the D.A. desk And I flee scotch free and pee pee on the steps... We've got no respect No law or governin' why you fuckin' wit' him? Matta'fact, why you fuckin' wit' them? All ya'll need is the R-O-C baby *Repeat Listen... (All I need) Rocafella Records... Freeway... Oskino and Sparks... Chris & Neef (All I need) Mickey and Mallory... Broad Street Bully... M-Extra Money, ha... YOUNG! (All I need) H to the izzo... CLUE! Rell... Uh huh...yeah, yeah... (All I need) |
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| 5:38 |
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[Jay-Z]
Motherfuckers - say that I'm foolish I only talk about jewels (bling bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined That same dude you gave nothin, I made somethin doin what I do through and through and I give you the news - with a twist it's just his ghetto point-of-view The renegade; you been afraid I penetrate pop culture, bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters, and they live with they moms Got dropped roasters, from botched robberies niggaz crotched over Mommy's knocked up cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown when child support knocked No he's not around - now how that sound to ya, jot it down I bring it through the ghetto without ridin 'round hidin down duckin strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin relate to it? I help them see they way through it - not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth; you lose your tie and your shirt [Eminem] Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics usin his music to steer it sharin his views in his marriage But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment? Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha!) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass it's just the [Chorus: Eminem + Jay-Z] [Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE! [Jay] Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!} [Jay-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lot of lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lot of innocent of lives lost on the project bench Whatchu hollerin? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver Doo-rag wrappin my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me - I'm awkward, I box leftier often My pops left me an orphan, my momma wasn't home Could not stress to me I wasn't grown; 'specially on nights I brought somethin home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor - thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin green up Raisin my fingers to critics; raisin my head to the sky Big I did it - multi before I die (nigga) No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight [Eminem] See I'm a poet to some, a regular modern day Shakespeare Jesus Christ the King of these Latter Day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as a monger of hate and Satan a scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter - a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat, who they can be mad at today See it's easy as cake, simple as whistlin Dixie while I'm wavin the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics in holy water - no wonder they try to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin spiteful, DELIGHTFUL eyeful The new Ice Cube - motherfuckers HATE to like you What did I do? (huh?) I'm just a kid from the gutter makin this butter off these bloodsuckers, cause I'm a muh'fuckin [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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| 12:08 |
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Yeah, yeah..
Uhh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uhh uhh uhh, feel me now, listen Momma loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that my nigga no matter what brah Marcy raised me; and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in the song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skippin school Valencia's boyfriend Vovo had me makin moves Momma raised me, pop I miss you God help me forgive him I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair Eric was fly - shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Yeah it's goin past fast - let's move along Kitchen table - that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe the shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too "Reasonable Doubt" - classic, shoulda went triple Momma loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me banana puddin, what's in the hood then Puffin on L's, drinkin pink champelle Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggaz, V.A.'s locked Biggs fucked with a nigga, whassup Hoff'? B-High hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pourin in, clientele growin now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay loves you to death won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son too - there's nothin I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased cuffed and subdued me Talked to me rudely; cause I'm young rich and I'm black and live in a movie, not livin by rules New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews Bleek you're still with me - nigga what did I say? The time is comin; you one hit away Beans I ain't tryin to change you - just give you some game to make the transition, from the street to the fame My momma loves me.. |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-12-05
Subject : Jay-Z - Blueprint (UNI/DEF JAM,2001)
